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.
My 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.
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).
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.
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:
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.
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.
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
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
Just about the only thing that can distract this kid?
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!!