As Maxwell gets older, things get funnier.  I love watching him try to acclimate to our world.  You really get to see the learning process in action. 
I have started a "Toddler Tales" whiteboard on my door at work.  Most of these tales end up in abbreviated format there.  Here's where I'm typing out the full stories.

Here are a couple:

"The Cupcake ( Read more... )

Maxwell (My Son) has a habit of waking up at around 1:30 or so declaring at the top of his lungs that he "Want Meelk!!"  This is a front. Really he just wants to jump in bed with us.  Being the suckers that we are, we aquiesce so that we don't have to put up with an hour of crying before we give in anyways.

( This is all fine and good except that he has started having nightmares. )

As I sit here typing, my son stands, screaming in his crib, protesting bedtime.  This is not a new occurrence, and it is definitely unpleasant.  It's not the screaming and the tears, it's just that it goes on. And on.  He's absolutely hysterical that we are not in the room with him ( Read more... )

Stacey is back home from ye olde hospital.  The surgery was a success, and the tumor is off to biopsy.  There is the slimmest marginal chance that it may be cancerous, but all signs point towards "not bloody likely".  Our friend Joy's operation was also a success, and they removed her left ovary along with a "bunch" of tumors(they said it looked ( Read more... )