The Doodle Files: Dangerous Cupid Edition February 2011
Life is fast. Too fast! I happened upon this while sifting through my oh-so-many incomplete drafts. Better late than never.
Isn’t it funny how names morph?
Maxwell -> Max -> Maxie -> Max-a-doodle -> Doodle.
Yep, Maxwell is now “Little Doodle” or just plain “Doodle“. Don’t ask me why- as with most nicknames they just are.
My Doodle is tiny! 3rd percentile tiny!
But watch out he is Mighty.
and Mighty cute (mom’s bias).
Doodle started to crawl right before Christmas. Not a classic “on-all-fours” crawl, but a unique “mommy-should-stick-a-swiffer-on-my-tummy-so-I-can-dust-the-floors” kind of crawl.
Speaking of names – Max’s middle name was almost “Danger”. Yes, you read this correctly – Danger. Danger was swiftly vetoed – I didn’t feel it was a fittin’ name for a young well-dispositioned chap. His middle name would be of the more classic, traditional, safe type: Eric. Like his great-grandfather, grandfather, and father, yes Eric would be Maxwell’s middle name. No Debate, tradition wins – done.
Fast-forward 7 months:
Perhaps – just perhaps – I was too hasty to dismiss this name, Danger. “Maxwell Danger” attempted to stick his finger into the electrical outlet the first day he gained any iota of mobility. In a futile response we replaced all our outlet covers, only to have “Maxwell Danger’s” pry them out within 30 seconds (I kid you not my fine reader) and re-attempt electrocution.
So let me live in the delusion my son is still the safe, traditional, well-behaved “Maxwell Eric”. Even though I well know he is after all “Maxwell Danger”.
Well, without further ado here is my little Doodle “Danger” in his 8th month of life. Amelia dressed him up as a ballerina. Sorry I didn’t stop her Max, you were too stinkin’ cute! I’ll call you a Dangerous Cupid. Does that help?
His expression is priceless.