Brudders

Amos, the first day Max was home, peering into Max's crib: "I'm Amos, dat's Mommy, Daddy's inna kitchen, and you're my Baby Max."

Amos, the second day Max was home, watching me change his outfit: "Oh!  He has toes!  He so sweet!  And he has blue outfit!  Tha's sweet."

Amos, the third day Max was home, after shouting loudly enough to wake him up, shouting into his crib: "I'm sorry for wake you up, Max!  I'm sorry!  You go back to sleep now!"

Amos, the fourth day Max was home, discovering his pacifier in his crib: "OH!  Max have a blue fire-passy!"  (No, I really don't know.)

Amos, the fifth day Max was home, watching me feed him: "Mommy!  He still hungry!  You feed him!"

Amos, today: "Mommy, can we go back to the hospital and put Max back in you tummy?"