At 18 months, he has discovered running. When you say "diaper change" he starts running. When you say "Max, too far" he gives a mischievous smile and keeps running.
A man of few words, he uses whining and grunts to get his way.
He is now holding is own in the realm of I-take-toys-from-my-brother and we can no longer assume Noah is in the wrong.
Adopting the "no hands" philosophy, he absolutely refuses to hold anyone's hands when walking. Not sure how I will be transporting three kids through a parking lot with that kind of attitude.
This child has a temper. If the trains aren't working for him, he will bang them vigorously against the table in frustration.
He is turning out to be quite the little jokester, and we are all enjoying the laughter he brings.
Come to think of it, I believe I just described the classic toddler. Max is now a toddler indeed!
