Okay

As cute as Max is, he is an ever bigger troube maker. He likes to scream whenever Lukas is near him just to get him in trouble. He pushes the kitchen chair up to the counter where he climbs up and gets in the candy jar or plays in Simon's water and scares him half to death. He is a fiesty little guy and when he doesn't like the way things are, he'll throw things and hit whatever is in his sight. It's so funny to hear his litle voice when I tell him, "Max, go put that away. Be nice." You'd think he'd cry or scream, but usually what comes out of his mouth is an "okay" with shrunk, defeated shoulders. It's so cute! Okay. Max lay down. Okay. Eat your lunch. Okay. Go get a diaper. Okay. He gets into everything and yesterday got into my sand vase in the upstairs bathroom and there was sand everywhere!!! It was a nightmare to clean up! And the little stinker kept me up all night. I don't know how to break him of his habit of waking up at 3:30 and waking everyone in the house up. I need my sleep, Max! C'mon! Despite it all, one little squeeze from that guy and I'm putty in his hands.