This is Max. Lately he likes to chew on his shirt - can you see it? I don't know if he's getting teeth or what, but his shirt gets soaking wet and cold. On Sunday, we were sitting in church (Dale was out of town) and Max was repeatedly saying "I want to go home". If you know Max, you'll know he doesn't have a nice quiet voice. I took him out into the hall and patiently told him that we weren't going to go home and that I was going back into the chapel and he was going to come with me. Silly me - I thought he would follow me because he was all alone and scared. Noooooo! After sitting down for a couple of minutes, I told Taylor to go get him and bring him in. Taylor comes back and says "I couldn't find him" - Uh Oh! I then sent Amy out to look a little harder. She comes back at the same time that Max is escorted to me by a fellow ward member who informs me that Max was OUTSIDE by the road and someone had brought him in. HOW HUMILIATING!!! I guess he thought he could just walk home. Oh this 3 year old of mine - I'm not sure he will make it to 4.
Max started
pre-school this week. Hooray! I can run errands without him telling me he wants to go home and trying to climb out of the cart. Here he is practicing his "I".
Despite him being very rambunctious, he's a lot of fun and we love him a lot.
This is Max. Lately he likes to chew on his shirt - can you see it? I don't know if he's getting teeth or what, but his shirt gets soaking wet and cold. On Sunday, we were sitting in church (Dale was out of town) and Max was repeatedly saying "I want to go home". If you know Max, you'll know he doesn't have a nice quiet voice. I took him out into the hall and patiently told him that we weren't going to go home and that I was going back into the chapel and he was going to come with me. Silly me - I thought he would follow me because he was all alone and scared. Noooooo! After sitting down for a couple of minutes, I told Taylor to go get him and bring him in. Taylor comes back and says "I couldn't find him" - Uh Oh! I then sent Amy out to look a little harder. She comes back at the same time that Max is escorted to me by a fellow ward member who informs me that Max was OUTSIDE by the road and someone had brought him in. HOW HUMILIATING!!! I guess he thought he could just walk home. Oh this 3 year old of mine - I'm not sure he will make it to 4.
Max started pre-school this week. Hooray! I can run errands without him telling me he wants to go home and trying to climb out of the cart. Here he is practicing his "I".
Despite him being very rambunctious, he's a lot of fun and we love him a lot. 
