After talking a couple times this morning, we decided that I would just come to the house today and if Max was sleeping, well then...I would shoot him sleeping. That's what this is all about. We really never know. Whatever happens on the day that I'm shooting...happens.
I arrived about 3 PM and Max was still sleeping.
I saw Andy hook Max up (to his g-tube). No big deal was made. Andy just quietly did it. I'm sure it was a regular part of the everyday for him but for me, it wasn't. It struck me--this IV pole, which holds the daily nutrients that help keep Max alive, has become a standard piece of their living room furniture.
Little Nicky, who I think has come to really like me, joined in on the photo shoot. Max, sleeping there on the couch, in the distance, didn't budge.
About 20 minutes after I arrived, Andy told me that Max woke up and was in the play room. It took him a bit to wake up but soon, he and Nicky were playing (well really, Max was tickling Nicky). Andy was telling Max to be careful when tickling Nicky. Me...I kept thinking about Nicky being careful not to hurt Max. As an outsider, I find myself very cautious of Max's every move, always asking him if he's okay...if this or that hurts. Maybe this will change with time, as I get to know Max and his family more. But for the moment, it's hard not to be (over) protective of (and with) him.
I so adore the hint of Andy's face showing here, watching his boys goof around.
Then, carrying a large book, Max asked me to come with him. I gladly did. He started swapping out the kitchen chairs and said, sit next to me. I'm getting you this chair...a comfy one.
OH MY GOSH...are you kidding me. You're swapping out chairs so I can sit next to you, in a comfy chair. Ummmm...okay. I'll sit here all night if you want me to.
If you didn't know the type of kid Max is...now you do!
So we sit and look through every page of the WWII aircraft book. Max tells me which ones are American aircraft and which are German. I pay attention--look and listen--trying to soak up every bit of his goodness. (And the reason for the blog title...one of the pages in the WWII book was titled "max effort"...I couldn't resist.)
And then it was time for medicine. Three pills and a cup of juice set on the table by Mom. With a little grimace, Max takes them. Not exactly happy about it but part of the every day. Without a problem, he downs each pill...one by one.
After checking out WWII planes and taking his medicine, we decide to go do his favorite thing--play video games. I was excited to watch Max do something he loves so much. But what i didn't know and wasn't really prepared for, was that Max can't walk up the stairs on his own right now because of his pain in his legs. He asked his Mom for help. Melissa asked him if he wanted her to carry him. He didn't. He just needed a little help. My eyes welled with tears as i watched. This is the reality of what this disease is doing to Max's little body.
Playing his video game. Yes, I just love how max sticks his tongue out when he concentrates...just as he did at school.
This shot makes me melt...pure, beautiful and innocent.
in comes super hero Nicky. He is absolutely adorable. And he so loves his big brother.
Max wasn't very happy when Mom told him that he had to stop playing his video game. So in went a movie, the three sat on the couch together (well, kind of) and my time was done.
Okay, that's enough pictures for today, Max said.
Max always lets me know ;-)