Jul 11, 2012

Max & the Popsicle

I tried to think of a more creative title for this post, but it just wasn't happening. This post is mostly a photo dump, because I thought Max's first-ever popsicle experience was just so darn cute. And as his mom, I am the authority on Max cuteness.

So my little guy has been growing molars for the past few weeks. Ouch. That's all I can think when I see those bad boys making their way through his gums. And that's his opinion on the situation, too.

In an especially bad moment, I remembered that we had a lone strawberry popsicle in the freezer, and I thought maybe it would help numb Max's gums, or at the very least distract him for a few minutes. It wasn't love at first bite, but once he realized that it tasted good and was fun to eat, he was concentrated on the task at hand. He had me laughing so hard, saying "uh oh" in his sweet little toddler voice every time a drip fell onto his hands ... and arms, and legs and feet. He's a bit of a neat freak, and I have no idea where he gets it (ok, maybe it comes from his Morfar - which is Danish for Grandpa, ie, my dad).
























You can see the skepticism on his face at the beginning, and he did not like his sticky hands, but he seemed to accept the messiness factor as he went along. And he especially loved the part at the end where I washed him off with the garden hose!



 

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