Max Poetic

Toddlers are clever, observant, and can typically form fairly coherent sentences. This makes for some interesting interactions.

Wax Poetic: To speak poetically.

Max Poetic: To speak Maxically.

 

It’s 9 p.m. and Max is still awake and fussing in his room:

Me: Max, it’s way past bedtime. What do you want?

Max: I want Christmas.

Me too kid. We sang Jingle Bells and that seemed to do the trick.

 

Max fears the pool vacuum and calls it a robot. Upon noticing the solar pool cover:

Max: Is that the robot blanket?

 

We have this incredibly obnoxious and poorly written book about a puppy looking for his ball. Of course, Max loves it and there is no way in hell we will ever be allowed to part with it. At times, I’ll quote the book to entice Max to complete a task, i.e. getting out of bed.

Me: “Time to wake up and play outside puppy!” Are you my puppy?

Max: No, I’m a dolphin.

 

Also upon waking, I’ll ask him how he slept and if he had any dreams. This is a typical exchange:

Me: What did you dream about last night?

Max: Coconuts.

 

We’ve been working on potty training with Max, so he’s been fascinated by biofunctions as of late…

Max: *Making burping noises while simultaneously playing with his pee-hole to make it open and close.*

Me: Max, please don’t play with your penis on the potty.

Max: Penis needs to burp!

 

 

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I recently heard about Chobani Flips #BreakYouMake initiative asking if we know someone who is in need of a well-deserved and much-needed break. Immediately, a number of people sprang to mind: my husband, numerous family members, various friends, heck, even me! We’re all a little overworked and stretched beyond capacity, no? Ironically, it was only while I was enjoying a break with my family that the answer became obvious: Barb Anderson.

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Thanks to a lab screw up and the monthly miracle of menstruation, I avoided a potentially serious medical condition. I’ve been feeling extra fatigued lately and wasn’t sure why. It could be the combination of school, work, and toddlerdom, or maybe it was something more. Either way, I followed-up with my doctor just to be sure.

He ran a series of tests on my blood and during my follow-up visit he found that my iron load was 80% higher than it should be. Odd, since I don’t take any type of iron supplement whatsoever. Thankfully, everything else on the blood panel was normal. He decided to run another blood test just in case it was fluke but he also ran a DNA test for hemochromatosis, a condition where your body can’t remove iron and it builds up in your major organs causing serious medical issues.

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