Maxton Chaos

Public Service Announcement: This blog post is a) filled with partially blurry photos of a 2 year old. b) will probably only interest people directly involved, and c) am mostly writing it for my sister (assuming she reads my blog…) since I know how much she missed the little guy. Lenz, we missed you too, but I did enjoy getting to hog him for the weekend 🙂

I’d also like to clear the air and say I know the pictures are blurry. Turns out, 2 year olds move a lot and my 2 year old iPhone isn’t exactly fastest camera. So Sue me.

Anyway. Maxton Chaos.

That’s my nephew.

ImageMy sister and brother-in-law set themselves up for some kind of kid, with a name like that (and parents like he’s got!). Turns out.. he’s the sweetest, loviest, most adorable little mild-mannered 2 year old I’ve ever met. And I don’t just say that because I’m obsessed with this kid.

So, the day after Sam got offered a new job, my mom and Gary (“Bumpa”) had Max for the weekend, and I convinced them to come to PDX. I was so excited for him to come sleepover with us! They arrived on Saturday morning, and my mom and I took Max and the dogs on a walk to the park.

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There was a lot of walking, followed by some playing at the park and on the slide (preferably backward), wet butts, convincing Mandy not to run into the nearby soccer game, convincing Max not to run into the nearby soccer game, repeating the cycle one more time, Max and Mandy ‘racing’ halfway home, and pointing out every car, truck, airplane, helicopter, or BIG truck we saw. I loved it the whole time.

After that, the kid was in serious need of a nap. We came home, put him down… and then listened to him sit in his pack and play and talk to himself for an hour, totally content. Then he decided he WASN’T content, and we went to see Uncle Sam at Freddy’s (who he immediately ran to, and Sam took him directly to the toy section).

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He was being such a patient kiddo! He eventually lost his cool (complete with a little meltdown on the floor in the checkout line), but not until we were pretty much leaving.

After that, it’s Seahawks Sunday around these parts (at least at my house!) However, before the festivities could begin, I scared the bejezzus out of this kid and he cried for about 20 minutes. Was great for my self-esteem and says a lot about how I look first thing in the morning. My husband is a saint for not crying every day. We calmed him down the best way we could: Thomas the Train.photo 1 (3)

I got back in his good graces by being the best aunt in history and going with him and my mom to the Portland Children’s museum. He LOVED it. First we went and played at the light table:

photo 3 (2)Then, we went to the train room, the theater, the train room, the molding clay studio, the theater again, the light room again, back to the train room and then finally finding our way out of this 2-year old’s loop.

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We had found ourselves some dumptrucks and rubber dirt. I can’t get over how much fun it is to watch him explore the world around him. Kids are so stinking cute. After dump trucks, there was a 5-second nap attack.

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It was adorable. After this, I’m confident there was at least one more trip to the train room. Then we found the Dinos, which is where this picture came from

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Max had some mixed feelings about the dinosaurs. He was all about playing with them on this little table, and liked to run around. However, every once in a while he’d look over and see a kid-sized dinosaur, look at it for a second with this face, and then go, “OH! SCARY!” and cover his mouth. If only I had gotten a picture. However, there were windows in Dino room

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Just about the only thing that can distract this kid?

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giant awesome trains, of course. It was so nice having him here for the weekend, and even nicer to give him back at the end!!

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annnnd we’re back

And you thought I was gone for good. To be honest, it’s been a pretty crazy busy few weeks around my house, and it turns out, sitting in front of a computer all day at work makes it hard to come home and get on my computer to write a blog post. And if it’s a chore, then who wants to read that crap anyway.

Anyway, so here I am! Still alive. 🙂 If it’s alright with you, I’m going to go backwards in time just a little bit, because I was actually DOING some stuff while I wasn’t blogging, and maybe someday I’ll think “what was I doing when the government shut down in 2013?” (besides lamenting about how they are all too highly paid to make our whole nation look so stupid) or “remember that one weekend when Max came to stay?” or “how about that time when all those cool things happened!”

A couple of weeks ago, some cool things happened.

Cool thing #1: Sam was offered an awesome new job which…

Cool thing #2: …Allows him to move back to a normal life, Monday-Friday work schedule (!!) It was about a week later when we were thinking about what we’d do with all these weekends together when we realized… we’ve never really been one of those all-day every-weekend couples. As in, one of us has always been working or in class or doing SOMETHING that means we don’t have a real weekend together. IN SEVEN YEARS! Obviously there’s been the odd weekend here and there where the stars align and the retail PTO calendar Gods nodded in our favor, but seriously. What will we do with 48 work-free hours!? Just think of the home improvement projects we can think about doing while we watch TV complete every weekend!

note: this also means Saturday mornings that look like this are going to be few and far between. She’s going to be devastated:

ImageAnyway. Cool Thing #3: We got rid of BOTH of our old ugly couches (sorry dad! they weren’t that ugly…) that have been in the garage all summer – since I impulsively bought this beauty at Crate&Barrel:

couchOne Friday night I came to the door when I heard Sam talking to some pre-teens, who were asking him to trade a broom and a broken lamp for something Bigger & Better, in a youth group scavenger hunt. Sam was obviously confused about why they seemed to want something, but were respectful teenagers (albeit giggly and awkward) standing on our porch on a Friday night. I approached (while having flashbacks to junior high youth group and several Creation festival scavenger hunts started with a paperclip). “You know, we could give them a couch…but it’s heavy”

this statement was followed by about two minutes screaming and ‘ohmygosh yes give us a couch! give us a couch!’ while Sam slowly realized that this was an opportunity to get rid of one blasted couch, right that second.

So we opened the garage and let 8 gangly 13 year olds carry on with their scavenger under the weight of our extremely heavy sofa, excitedly laughing about how they were SO going to win. It was awesome and it made my night.

THEN we sold the other one on craigslist (I was beginning to think it couldn’t be done). End game, we now have two cars in the garage! 🙂

The cutest kid in town came to stay the night with us (and gramma and bumpa) that same weekend, but I could write a whole blog post about that, so I think I will. Tomorrow. or Thursday… I have to work late tomorrow. we’ll see. Anyway. I leave you with a preview:

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