MAX IS KAX

My darling beautiful baby boy: Max. 

He is turning two in less than thirty minutes and I can NOT believe it. He is the bravest kid I have ever met. Always ready to try new things and so deeply determined if he decides to do or learn something. That saying about going through a stone to get something - that is purely Max. I always playfully call him Maximum trouble. He is seriously going to keep me on my toes for the next couple of decades (takes after his uncle Miikka), but he also has the purest little heart (also like his uncle Miikka). My mom saw the picture of him climbing on top of the play-kitchen and said it reminded her of the trouble my brother used to get into. 

The guy has energy like no one else. At the moment we are trying to learn how to deal with disappointments - his approach is to throw everything and anything in sight. I’d love for him to learn to take it in and express it with words… Maybe after few years we will master this skill. In the meanwhile, I’ll just have to keep him busy. He loves anything physical, and is clearly at the level of three to four year olds when it comes to running, jumping and climbing. Or at the level of a 30 year old bodybuilding man when it comes to eating. :)

But then when I come home from work or a meeting he runs to me and holds me so tight and makes sure I will never leave him. Precious. 

Or when there is only one candy left and both he and J want it, he will give it to his big brother, just because. Adorable. 

Sometimes when he has trouble sleeping he will hold my whole arm and squeeze it so tight until he finds his sleep. My hand always ends up going numb, but I don’t care. Priceless.

Max. At two years old you are really what your name is. Maximum energy, trouble, love and happiness, maximum everything. I really hope you have some slow african genes in you too, because otherwise I will be in trouble in the future. You love balls, any kind. Footballs, balloons, glass balls hanging in mummu’s chandelier… And you love to climb and jump and do anything and everything. As your second birthday draws close you are becoming such a big boy. We still don’t hear that much talking, personally I think you’re just too busy to say anything. But you know how to get the message through even if you don’t use words. Food, more, give me, kiss and love you so so much. You know all the necessary ones. I can’t wait to see how your blossom under the african sun. I love you so much my son. Happy happy 2nd birthday!