Thursday, October 29, 2009

End of an era....

We knew it was coming. He had been getting closer and closer, but yesterday it happened.

Luke called his brother Max.

I never thought that Max was a tough name to say, but Luke clearly thought differently. Over the last year, he has addressed his brother in a number of ways.

First, Max was "My" (or Mai, perhaps). Max was so thrilled to be having Luke finally call him anything that he answered. Even delighted in being called My. Luke was so proud that he could get his big brother's attention that we all started to call Max "My" whenever we talked to Luke.

About 4 months ago, things shifted. Luke decided to give Max's names another shot. This time he got an actual name - "Mike". In fact, he says Mike so clearly that other people think that's Max's real name. The daycare lady even says, "Goodbye, Mike" every day when we pick up Luke. Again, Dan and I have often found ourselves calling our oldest child "Mike".

But yesterday as the boys are chasing each other around the house, I hear it.

"Max! Max!" Luke actually called him by his name. And clearly enough that Max turned around, stopped still, and stared.

"What did you call me?"


And that was it. The end of "My" and "Mike". I'll miss them.

I can't believe my baby is getting so big.


Erin said...

Ahhh! I miss my beautiful boys so much. How does Max feel about the loss of his other moniker?

Stefanie said...

Oh, that made me get a little teary eyed! Maybe it is the hormones, or something.

But, reading stories like this warm my heart to having another boy!! :)

mel said...

Sweet, sweet boys. And a super sweet mama to go with them.

Emily S. said...

LOVE the "My", like my Noah's "Mai"....

What a tender post... So glad you wrote it down. (hugs)