August 25, 2005

  • I wish y'all could hear Max, it's too funny.  He's taking a bath
    (a bubble bath, in fact) and I've given him some
    stuff to play with....he's having a marvelous time!  What is so
    precious is how he sings in the tub and sings with gusto. 

    You know, for a child not yet six years old, he has quite the
    repetoire, from what I can tell as he sings as he plays on the electric
    keyboard, and as he strums Dmitry's guitar.  He is truly quite musically gifted, I'm convinced.

    Oh, and the cats are an endless source of fascination and amusement for
    Max.  OTOH, one feels compassion for the furry objects of his
    relentless, enthusiastic attention, but then, he's certainly enlivened
    their lives, which are normally a bit on the dull side.  This
    evening he noticed  --  doubtless to poor Zeus's
    mortification  --  that cat making use of the, er,
    facilities, if you get my drift.  Max charged in to tell us all
    about it, complete with graphic demonstration of precisely what the cat was doing. 

    If cats could blush, Zeus would have been rosy as a beet.

    The entertainment continued even after she (yes, Zeus is a "she") left
    the litter box, for it's one of those electric, self-cleaning litter
    boxes, and once it kicked into action Max zoomed into high gear
    himself, running into the living room shrieking "Mama!  Mama!" and
    begging me to come see the miraculous event in the other room (okay,
    everything after "Mama" was in Russian, but trust me, his meaning was
    plain).

    Oh, and while Dmitry, Max and I were at Wal-Mart this afternoon I put
    Max in one of those buggies that has an attached seating area for 2-6
    years olds, if you know the type of thing I mean.  Max was
    enchanted and wound up spending most of the shopping trip standing up
    on one of the seats, facing forward with his arms straight out at his
    side.  It was that famous scene from "Titanic" come to life, no
    kidding.