Summer 2007

What a wonderful summer it's been! There's been lots and lots to do since the boat trip, thanks to farmor Anni and farfar Jens and lots of good friends.
Max got to go several times to the beach and to fun, quaint little towns on the coast when we were allowed to borrow the car.
Farmor and farfar also took Max (and his parents) to a safari zoo. I think the parents and parents in law enjoyed the animals the most, but Max did seem interested in the zebras. But mostly, it was the playground and "eess!" ("is" is the danish word for ice cream) that had Max's attention. Both of which he got lots of, as you can see from the picture of Max with his grandpa Jens.

Then there was a wonderful weekend at a summer house with friends Anders and Diana. They got to play mommy and daddy and the real parents got to play singles again. And with the big yard, the beach close and millions of rocks just begging to be thrown in, it made for fun times for all. And when there was no beach right close at hand, a big tub full of rain water was perfect for chucking the decorative rocks into. The "throw in the rock" game is a true winner and I would bet hours were spent that weekend perfecting the game. You can also see an unsuspecting Max getting ready to be tackled by his daddy. Max was playing soccer but daddy was playing football.....

Then we all got to spend a truly perfect weekend at a Christian summercamp with friends. There was great teaching and a sandbox. Who could ask for more? Somebody else cooked, somebody else cleaned and it didn't matter that Max threw food on the floor. Heaven on earth, I tell you. Here you can see him with our friend Theis. This is another one of Maxs favorite words; "Theis (pronounced Tice)". All men are Theis. When I ask Max if we should call daddy, he gets on the phone and says "Theis". Needless to say, Theis secretly loves this and thus, our kid. Like I said, those who love my kid become dear friends quickly. He and his wife, Allison, took Max occassionaly and let me and Morten play by ourselves. Really great time.

And the last picture is just of Maximus Augustus, playing with a train set he borrowed from his friend, Lucas. He's getting big, isn't he? Not much baby left over our little Gladiator.

Favorite food right now: hotdogs, apples, ice cream.
Favorite toys: cars, tractors, trains, puzzles
Favorite words in Danish: "is" (ice cream)"hvad er det" (what's that?) "Theis", "Olav", "Magnus" (his best friend at daycare)
Favorite words in English: "hotdog", "boat", "mommy", "daddy", "motor"

Boat Ride with Olav and Marie

Morten's aunt Marie and uncle Olav recently bought a boat and offered to take us all three out on one of the lakes close to our home. The lake is actually a series of small connected lakes and springs so it makes for interesting little nooks and crannies; one of which was the perfect spot to go for a swim.
Marie made a lovely lunch and Olav grilled some ribs for us in a shady cove. Max got to run up and down hills, play with other people's puppies and eat lots and lots of fresh snap peas.
Further up the lake, we got to see how the other half lives and cruised by all the "good money" as they call it here. We docked and Marie pulled out coffee and cake and we pretended like we belonged there.

On the return trip home, Max sat with Marie the whole way and the two of them fed the ducks, chatted about the boats motor (Max's new words are "Olav" and "motor"), and then Max crashed out to sleep; first on Marie's lap and then got moved down below deck.
They have a saying here, "Take the child's hand, take the mother's heart." Needless to say, Olav and Marie have this mothers heart.

This was one of those summer days that you remember in your head for a long, long time...."Yeah, that was a great day...."

Spring 2007: One and a half years old

Back in Denmark, there was lots of growing to do and lots of things to see.

Max learned to "back up the truck" and park his little butt in a low chair in the States, and so we kept the tradition going here. This picture shows his expensive new chair (a piece of styrofoam from our new dishwasher - Hallelujah!) Max is a little whirlwind most of the time, but every now and then he likes to take a break and read all by himself. Here he's reading his favorite book, or should I say, favorite page of the book, which is a page of "Tiny Things" from a book he got from Mormor.

The next picture is to show how Max has started wandering around the house. We think he picked it up from watching Teletubbies (which is what he is doing in the next picture). Teletubbies like to put their hands behind their backs and stick out their bellies when the giant windmill signals the antennas on their heads (yes, I know my sense of normal has entered The Fringes) and that is just what Max is doing too. He walks around the house like a little gentleman Teletubby with his hands behind his back all the time.

The next picture is pretty self explanatory...Morten and Max after a bath. Both of my boys get a bit slap happy before bed. Don't want to get into details, but Max's clothes came off, diapers got onto heads and there was just general silliness that evening.

And the last picture is of Max right at 18 months. He's walking (and running) quite well and loves puddles. Here, he has on galoshes and got a chance to splash unhindered about in the muddy water. Another time was less the Kodak moment. We were going to a friend for dinner and would have prefered that he stay clean and dry, but he found a lovely 6 inch deep puddle while we put his stroller away and gathered up his changing bag. By the time we turned around, he had already sloshed in it up to his knees and had a big smile on his face.

Max is chattering away now. He speaks mostly Danish by his own free will, but will say anything you ask him to say, also in English. He has about 100 words, we estimate. As I write this, though, you would think he only had one: Støvsuger. This is the danish word for vacuum cleaner and the boy is obsessed with it. He points at cars, cups, old men, mommy... anything and says Vacuum Cleaner. He uses his spoon, his finger, straws, rubber ducks and whatever else that looks like it might suck dust and pretends that it is a vacuum cleaner. A few days ago, farfar and farmor were driving him home from daycare and they told us that he said it without stopping from the time he got into the car until he got home and could go and find the vacuum cleaner. He won't touch it while it's running though, and would prefer to sit on an arm as it's a noisy pet.

There is a chance that Vacuum Cleaner may soon be replaced by Boat. This is one of the few words Max chooses to use in English. We went to The Tall Ships Race that is being hosted in our city and Max got to see lots of boats. So, now he uses lego plates, plastic bowls and plates as boats while he shouts "BOAT, BOAT" in a deep voice, mimiking the foghorns he heard many times at the boat show.

Getting to be a Big Boy - 13 and 14 months

"Now that I'm over one year old,

knock it off with all that baby stuff, ma." You'd think that's what he would be saying if he could say anything understandable. Right about now, it's all about climbing mountains and rolling tractors. Max is willing to try just about anything and surprises us all the time with how much he can accomplish all by himself. All he needs is about 20 pounds of food everyday and a good nights sleep.

Favorite words right about now are, hands down, Tractor (in English) and Book (in Danish), and Max says them with gusto as often as possible. He can also make the sounds of all sorts of animals and seems to understand everything we say in both English and Danish.

New Year 2007 with MorFar

We also got to spend a few lovely days with Morfar. Grandpa took Max (and parents) to the zoo, to the mall, out on walks and out to eat. We had great weather and had a great time.

The top two pictures are at the zoo in Tucson. We spent lots of time looking at the ducks and the flamingos (and in the shade.)

The bottom two pictures are right outside of the Saguaro National Monument where we stayed. We drug the stroller over hill and over dale to some really neat petroglyphs etched on the rock by the side of an arroyo (dried up river bed). Max was more interested in the saguaros and all the rocks (they're everywhere!!) He tried as much as he could to get out of the stroller and go and touch all those very interesting looking cactus and could spend hours gathering pretty rocks if we would just let him.

Christmas with Mom and Tom

Yes, believe it or not, with all that wonderful sunshine in the background, it WAS Christmas in Tucson!

Here's Max with his grandma (mormor). One shot is him and her looking at the snowglobe (a big hit for sure) and the other is opening presents on Christmas Eve.
There is also one of grandpa Tom and Max taking a walk out in the gorgeous desert landscape on New Year's Eve.

But as you can see, it wasn't all American style: We did reinforce Max's Danish side. Grandma bought Max a viking hat which we tried consistently, but without much success, to get Max to walk around with. And we still put him out for naps in the garden. It was about 20 degrees Celcius every day, so it was more like Danish summer, than Christmas. We loved it!

Back in the USA

We made it to the States! Max flew 18 hours with very little complaint in very little planes. And come to find out, he had a slight ear infection to boot! So we were proud of our little soldier.

After a few days of recovering from jet lag and doctor visits, we were able to celebrate Max's birthday over in the US with grandma and grandpa. He even got the streamers and the silly hats alongside lots of gifts, including a huge stuffed tiger and a talking rocking horse.

Grandpa installed a swing in the backyard which has just been the cat's pajamas ever since we got here. Here's Max enjoying it immensely.
The final shots are of Max at the Botanical Gardens here in Tucson. Me and he took a little trip out and there were big pumpkins, miniature trains, face paintings, butterflies, horses...oh, goodness. Lots to see and do. And most importantly, LOTS of lovely desert sunshine.

Birthday in Copenhagen

Max and his whole family took a trip for his birthday to Copenhagen to see Aunt Ruth. She made a lovely turkey dinner and a beautiful layer cake for the birthday boy. Here you can see him chewing on the bones of the turkey and then using them as, well, as drumsticks!
Max also got all sorts of presents: a toy truck, books, noisy toys and an awesome riding car from farmor and farfar.

Fall in Denmark: 10-11 months

Well, here's little Max from around 10 to 11 months. He's getting into all sorts of adventures these days.
The first shot is of Max at the Apple Festival in Ebeltoft on the island of Mols in Denmark. Anni, Jens, Max and I took a day trip over and enjoyed all the sights and smells of apples baked and seasoned in every way. And Max got his very own.
The next picture was taken the same day there on the harbor. There is Max with farmor and farfar.
The next picture is of Max's new go-vogn. He started standing at about 9 months and so the next step was the little push wagon. It tilted when he stood up, so we loaded it with dictionaries and now he walks like a little champ with it.
The next picture was taken the day mommy thought that if Max could handle a pencil a little, then he would most surely love finger paints. He did. For about 2 minutes until he thought they were food and proceeded to rub them in his eyes, hair, nose and mouth. He's still a bit young for that one. But it made a good picture anyway. I decided not to photograph the actual clean-up process...
And finally, there's our little explorer in the kitchen. This is actually a milder shot where he has only opened the baby food and coffee filters. All the times when he has pulled out flour, sugar, cornmeal and rice, we didn't have a camera handy. Go figure... too busy sweeping to find it, I guess. But look at that face. How could anyone ever get mad at that angel. He's just exploring!

9 months - Standing Tall

Here at 9 months old, as you can see, Max has mastered the art of standing. He pulls himself up on everything and everyone and loves to cruise around the house holding on to furniture to get from A to B.
Most every night we awake to the sound of crying, only to find a very much asleep baby standing up in his crib just wanting to get back down again. So we stuff the pacifier back in his mouth and lay him back down, trying not to wake him up with our giggling.

He's also gotten two teeth! So they need to be brushed. And that is much fun IF, and only IF, he gets to do it himself. If mommy wants to do the job right, it's a bit of a fight. But afterwards, he gets to chew on the brush and "brush" his own teeth, much to his satisfaction.
He points at his toothpaste and toothbrush every time he enters the bathroom. So we aren't sure if his first words will be "sut" (pacifier in Danish) or "tooth". We'll keep you posted.

The picture with Morten is just a funny story we wanted to share with you all.
We had gone out to enjoy a day on the town and managed to bring everything: toys, pacifier, diapers, blankets, bread to chew on..you name it, we had it. Except for: His bottle.
So here we had a very thirsty baby on a Sunday afternoon, where everything is closed, about 20 miles outside of town and nothing to drink. We found a little cafe and stopped and got some coffee for ourselves, but they had no milk to sell. But they did have cream for the coffee...
I'm assuming you can guess the rest of the story. Needless to say, the cream was a hit. Sort of like melted ice cream.
Max sort of waited around for us to open up another after having drunk 5 of the cream packets, but we decided to try and keep his cholesterol levels at least moderate until age 3 just poured water into the little cups. He drank a couple of them, but soon, he was on to us and turned his away.
But we had a good laugh.

And the final picture is just as evidence that, though we describe him as the best, sweetest, happiest, funnest and most lovable child ever to be born, we realize that we are a bit biased. So here it is: proof that the child does cry....
Usually, because he isn't getting his way. Now, where on earth do you think he got that from???

8 months - Getting into Trouble

Here's Max as he is entering the world of trouble making.
Luckily, mom has had 7 months of learning to just breathe deep, relax and say, "oh, who cares" as practice. So all the opening-closing, opening-closing, opening-closing of doors, the opening of cabinets and pulling out of all the dish towels and the playing in the dirty laundry is simply priceless.

Max has also become quite interested in daddy's bike. It's only fitting: he's his father's son. He also loves riding on the back of my bike in his own chair and I often can turn around and find him with his head down watching the wheels turning or the shadow of the bike on the road. He's quite observant that way.

And the final shot is Max's first real serious bonk. We aren't actually sure what happened... He was playing with his duck (yes, the one he carries in his mouth everywhere) and then all of a sudden he was on his back, crying, with this big, goose egg on his head. We think he swung that duck around and knocked himself out. He didn't cry very long, though. And the knot disappeared as quickly as it had come. But daddy was very proud of his brave son, and grabbed the camera.