Be sure to tip your waitress

If I were to just dive right into this blog post, would you catch that it's been over a month since I've written? Whew. GOOD.
Last week, we celebrated Max's 6 MONTH BIRTHDAY. Six months is halfway to his first year (you're welcome on the math). I still catch myself at times holding his chin up to burp him, even though he is completely able to handle his oral flatulence on his own.... any flatulence, for that matter. He is not keen on being held "Baby Style" anymore and prefers being propped up over your shoulder to get a real good view of the world around him. He continues to smile all the time, and don't call CPS on us when I say that this kid loves the get the s#&% scared out of him. We've decided to call it "being suprised":

Me: Honey, Max is in the living room doing tummy time. Go "surprise" him.
Josh: I'm on it.
(Sneaks into the living room, creeping up on our deliciously oblivious son as he inpects his teething froggie).

"BOO!"

Max: ....... " HAHAGAGAHAGAHGAH!"

I know it sounds bad, so here's a video so you can see how he just BEGS for it:

As illustrated in the above video, you may or may not be aware that our little monkey has plagiocephaly. Do yourself a favor and read past posts, if not for the details of his helmet journey, then to revisit the hilarity that my writing ensues. Two weeks ago, Max was fitted with his DOC Band (Dynamic Orthotic Cranioplasty, or, "expensive ass piece of foam"). It weighing 6 ounces, Max didn't even flinch as it went on for the first time, and he's barely noticed it since. We go back to Cranial Technologies weekly to continue monitoring Max's growth. As he grows and his head gets bigger, his head will fill in the areas that were once "flat" while the already good stuff is just held in place by the band. At his latest appointment, the technician said that if he continues to grow at the rate he's been, he'll be out of the band in no time, so we can kiss his noggin without catching a honking piece of plastic in our mouths. Moreover, those adorable, sleepy "head butts" he does after waking won't threaten to send mommy to the ER.

Yay!

So what else with life. Now that he is over 6 months old, we are seeing more personality than ever. He is also displaying signs of seperation anxiety, or perhaps he is so spoiled by Mommy spending almost every moment with him, he gets frustrated when she has to, say, shower. In fact, it's pretty remarkable. Thinking he could pass the time in his exersaucer for 10 minutes - situated in the master bathroom - in front of the shower - while Mommy palms some shampoo through her hair, I plopped him in and started to get ready for my cleanse. I am not one foot in the shower when, all of a sudden, the musical, multi-colored, light up plaything that's been mesermizing him for months loses all potency, and the realization that I am not engaging with him takes over. I hear the whiny grumbles of suspicion.

Quick. Lather.

"Wwa. Wa. Wwww."

I can get my legs tomorrow. Just the necessities.

"Mmmaaa...waaaaa....waaaaaaaaaa...."

Conditioner's for losers, anyway...

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

This is the place I like to call the middle of the tunnel. I'm too far into my process to abandon ship, but I can forget about taking my time to finish up without his popping a lung. The only thing to do: entertain.

That's right. I can talk to him. But I've got to keep it novel. He can't see me, so I can't do a bunch of funny faces for him to zone out on.....I'll have to rely on my voice.

"Maaaax!"

Crying turns to silence. I've hooked him.

"Maxie Maxie poo poo poo!"

"waa."

Shit. Ok, changing it up. How about I SING your name! As.....Christina Aguilera?

"MA-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-X!"

Silence.

Andrea Bocelli.

Sting.

Lady Gaga.

Annie (It's a Hard Knock Max!)

I pulled out all the stops. Not only did it work, but it made me think of myself as quite the impressionist and I'm updating my fantasy acting resume as soon as I'm done here.

Here are some updated photos of our little guy. Enjoy!