November 16, 2008
This weekend has been nice and relaxing. Friday, Max and I Christmas shopped for Jay. We bought a great gift that Jay will love and never expect from us. One problem with taking a two year old though . . . they don't understand secrets. I knew it was a gamble, but what fun would it have been if Max didn't get to help pick it out and be a part of it. It is totally worth it, even if the following was his first conversation with Jay after the purchase. We were on the way home and Jay called my phone. Max was yelling from the backseat to "talk to my daddy." I prompted him and reminded him that the gift was a secret and not to tell Daddy. Jay's first words were, "Max, don't tell me the secret." Max takes my phone which is on speaker and puts his lips to it and says "Daddy we go shopping." "Oh really." "Yeah, it my mom's (whisper) secret." Trying to change the subject, Jay said, "What else have you and Mommy done today? Did you go by her work?" Max grins at me in the mirror, and says "We buy-ed you a heli-cop-er." I jumped in and said "No, Max that helicopter is for you, not daddy." (Background: I also bought Max a little helicopter, thinking I could play off him talking about it as his.) "Yea, Mommy, but Daddy one too." Jay is laughing hysterically on the speaker phone and I am trying to safely wrestle my phone from the 2 year old in the backseat as I drive on the bypass. When we get home, Jay is waiting and comes to the car. He compliments Max on his little helicopter. Max says he wants to play with Daddy's "copter". Jay plays along and takes Max's into a flight circle in the driveway. Max clarifies with "NO, Daddy, your's is back there." (as he points to the bag in the back of the car) Jay just laughs and takes Max inside while I smuggle the contraband helicopter into the house as if it is still a surprise. Memories!! What a Christmas this year is building to be . . . .