Big Boy

Max. This kid. His personality is coming out more and more. The other night after we changed his diaper, he insisted that we put his shorts back on him. The thing is... we'd already put on his pajamas, and Max knew this. I mean, they were on him. Still, he insisted.

We took him to the nursery at church for the first time on Sunday. He immediately went to the corner where all the toys were and found two cars. A little boy ran up to Nate wanting to be held. Another boy next to me was bawling because his mom left. I picked him up, and then he vomited down his shirt and tie. Meanwhile, Max was playing contentedly, independently, and quietly. We passed the fussy boys off to the teachers who finally realized we were trying to console kids who weren't ours, and then we slipped out to our own class. We were told that during snack time, Max munched his puffs at the table with the other kids and then put his head down on his hands and fell asleep. That's my boy.