when you can just play with the box.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
daku
(passing time as a new video uploads)
Our hero has a lot to say. We're still working on deciphering what means what, but Max is adamantly communicative. I know "Daku" means thank you, but Max is so well-behaved that he says thank you when he gives you something. Now that he's got walking down pat, we expect great verbal leaps from young Max.
Our hero has a lot to say. We're still working on deciphering what means what, but Max is adamantly communicative. I know "Daku" means thank you, but Max is so well-behaved that he says thank you when he gives you something. Now that he's got walking down pat, we expect great verbal leaps from young Max.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
chopsticks here we come!
Max has mastered the art of feeding himself with a spoon. (Did I say master? Perhaps I exaggerate. To be a master, I think, you need to understand the concept of 'concave side up -- food to mouth. concave side down -- food to oriental rug.' we're not quite there). Cousins Oscar and Karine took Max to show off his skills at the local ice cream parlor, where he ate bubble-gum and cotton-candy flavors. Dr. Kawai is going to teach him how to use chopsticks.
Videos to follow.
Videos to follow.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
half-time
Not only because this blog is extra late... May 13? No Mother's Day musings? Sorry readers! NB: Max's days are well documented. Your faithful blogger is knee deep in science and medicine and is as such the bottleneck on the Maxformation superhighway.
We celebrated our Parent's Night Out at the MSTP Half-time party, where we ate a delicious meal on a cool spring patio in the 'burbs, and the [facetious] M.P. degree* was conferred on me. It's our own little celebration given by the MSTP program as we watch the classmates we entered with graduate as MD's and go on to their (oh so brutal sounding) internships, while we are just now taking our qualifying exams to become candidates for the degree we stopped for on the way. To tell you the truth, I'm glad it's halftime. Oh and Mother's day weekend was lovely -- a family dinner out and brunch without the crowds/hats, naps, good times. I love celebrating motherhood, and I love having more mothers to celebrate with each year -- at last count 6 new mom-friends I know were celebrating their (well T minus, in 4 cases) first Mother's Day.
*1/2 MD, 1/2 Ph.D, a double half doctorate if you will
But since this post so far is only tangentially related to our protagonist, onto a new beginning. Max made a fantastic green drawing today. He wields a marker with a nice variety of techniques. I see a future in... me being like MAX NOT ON THE WALLS!
Grandpa says it looks like a fish. I say a rocket. What see you, dear readers?
We celebrated our Parent's Night Out at the MSTP Half-time party, where we ate a delicious meal on a cool spring patio in the 'burbs, and the [facetious] M.P. degree* was conferred on me. It's our own little celebration given by the MSTP program as we watch the classmates we entered with graduate as MD's and go on to their (oh so brutal sounding) internships, while we are just now taking our qualifying exams to become candidates for the degree we stopped for on the way. To tell you the truth, I'm glad it's halftime. Oh and Mother's day weekend was lovely -- a family dinner out and brunch without the crowds/hats, naps, good times. I love celebrating motherhood, and I love having more mothers to celebrate with each year -- at last count 6 new mom-friends I know were celebrating their (well T minus, in 4 cases) first Mother's Day.
*1/2 MD, 1/2 Ph.D, a double half doctorate if you will
But since this post so far is only tangentially related to our protagonist, onto a new beginning. Max made a fantastic green drawing today. He wields a marker with a nice variety of techniques. I see a future in... me being like MAX NOT ON THE WALLS!
Grandpa says it looks like a fish. I say a rocket. What see you, dear readers?
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