The secret about allergy shots.

While Max received his allergy shot he looked up at the nurse. "Will this shot make me smell good?"  Her eyes widen and her smile touched her ears. 

"It could."  Max walked away happy at his new finding.

Uncle Max

On August 8, 2011 Max became, "Uncle Max". He wanted to give his testimony in church Sunday and the first sentence out of his mouth while he raised his hand high above his head. . "I love my nephew Preston." Uncle Max loves to hold him and listen to him cry.

Last Friday my daughter and her husband spent the day with Max. She took him to a restaurant that served Italian sodas.
"Max, do you want an Italian Soda?"
"No, it's okay. I'm not much of a caffeine drinker."

Later her husband played chess with him.
"Max, you can't move the piece that way."
"No, no, I'm going to tell you somethin: This is the way you play this game. This is the wizardry rules."

My daughter said while they were driving on the hot afternoon around town Max had to inform them how he felt.
"I'm just saharahing, because I put on too much of that deodorant stuff."

Last night Max gave family prayer.
"Heavenly Father, thank you for the blessings. Thank you for keeping us safe. Please bless Malachi stays safe and please bless that I stay safe. Bless me to be good tomorrow at school. Bless everyone to be safe and happy. Amen."



Max is fixated on deodorant and loves to use two different types at the same time. He applies one and then another. He started showering himself for the first time a month ago. We check to make sure he is remembering to wash and clean each part of his body. Sometimes he will say, “Mom I’m remembering so you can go have free time.” It's hard to believe finally after eleven and half years of bathing him, he is now bathing himself. It's been a long past due goal to have him accomplish. Never did I think this day would come were he could finally wash his own body. I look back over the years and can see the growth Max has had. It’s been a long hard road and many steps back before a one good step forward. He is truly a gift from God. I have had to sacrifice much for him to achieve some goals that have come natural to a typical child. I have gone without, lost sleep and given up much for him to gain some type normal living. I would never ever take one moment back. He has been worth it. His cute responses come often during the day and they bring joy with each passing moment. Thanks to a loving Heavenly Father who trusted me with this valiant spirit.

Mom's Salsa

I found school work in Max’s folder that I thought I would share.
The top of the paper had a title.
NOW YOU’RE THE COOK!
Max had to write a recipe that he could make at home.
He titled it. “Mom Homemade Salsa.”
Ingredients: Slosmrow, tomto.
Hot sauce that wold make someone blowup.
Directions: Put all ingredients in the blender.
Refriogerator.

Sharing.

Sunday at church Max was asked. “What would you do if you saw a cold homeless man on the road?’ Max responded. “I would take my coat off and cover up him and me at the same time. We would snuggle together.”
Another child responded. “Wouldn’t you be afraid?”
Max spoke with confidence. “Jesus would protect me.”

I'm not sure if this was the complete story, Max's teacher shared with me.

Max SOLVED a PROBLEM!

A couple of weeks ago while I was looking at vacuums, Max scrutinized over a carpet cleaner that had a chipped part. He interrupted me several times while I was reading a label. “Mom they can’t sell this. It shouldn’t be here.” I gave up on reading and left the area. Max was so fixated on the broken piece and he sounded like a broken record as I shopped. “Mom we have to tell a worker.” After fifteen minutes I decided to take him to a worker. Max squeezed his hands and gawk at the employee. He spoke faintly and pointed. “You can’t have that vacuum over there.” The worker seemed baffled. I spoke up and told her Max’s concerns. She then smiled at Max. “Thanks for letting me know.”
As Max walked away he held his head up as though he had solved a problem that no one else could

Can I pray for Jesus?

Last Sunday, while I was preparing dinner, Max spoke loud from across the room with a unique question. One I had never thought of. Often he brings up questions that pierce my soul and this question genuinely did.
“Is it okay for me to pray for Jesus? Because, I prayed for Jesus today, and I also asked him to forgive me.”
I pulled my hands out of the soapy water, dried them, and walked out of the kitchen over to the computer desk.
“What did Jesus need to forgive you for?”
Max turned towards me, looked up with a half smile and one side of his mouth drawn up.
“For all the stuff I have done wrong in this life. He will forgive me, and answer my prayers.”
Max focused on the computer screen and spoke with a firm voice.
“Praying is important.”

How many of us have the same perspective as Max?
How many of us value prayer?
How many of us pray for Jesus?

As I walked into the kitchen, I thought of Max and my conversation. How blessed I have been to be given a son, who has taught me patience, love, and sacrifice. Peace filled my heart as I played back the words spoken from Max.

Years of Max running out onto the main highway…darting out the front door…throwing his shoes at me while I drove down the freeway…waking me up several times during the night.
As I look back on those trials, I begin to see how blessed I have been with a loving son who has taught me what mattered most …a relationship with our Heavenly Father.
Yes, I plan to pray for Jesus.

Utters and Breast...

I, Trent and Max took our Bichon Frise for a walk. Max’s hand held tight to the red leash that Pennie was connected to. After we had gone about three blocks Max started in on some questions and I tried to hold back from laughing.
“Mom does Pennie have utters?
“Kind of…they are called breast.”
“Oh what are they for?”
“To give puppies milk.”
“Do you have breast?”
We stopped at a corner and waited for a lady walking her German shepherd walk by. “Yes, I do?”
“Oh what are they for?”
“They are to feed babies when they are little.”
“Oh just like cows give us milk.”

Silence filled the air and Max kept walking as if he owned the world with Pennie by his side. Once we started heading back home, Max asked two more questions, but I can’t remember one of them, but the one I can remember is.
“Mom are we Mammals?”
“Yes, Max we are mammals.”
As we crossed the road Max spoke loud due to noise car that had just passed by. “What are mammals?”
I told him and he seemed please with my answer.