Swim Fan

Max and I are getting ready for summertime by going to a weekly swim lesson. Little did I know how much the Mister would LOVE swim class. To be real with you, the only thing he doesn't love is putting his swim trunks on in the locker room. I practically have to pin him down to put on his swim diaper and trunks. I think he thinks it's tubby time and the trunks are just too constricting!

Just to prove how much he loves this new swim thing, he asks me EVERYDAY, "we going to pool? we going to pool? we going to pool?"

He also loves to throw himself on the wet, cold, tile floor of the indoor swim pool after lessons are over and give everyone a show with a full-blown temper tantrum. The first day, I had another mom walk by me and say, "well, at least you know he likes it!"

And like it Max does. I have a feeling we will be logging some serious hours in the pool this summer. Which is just fine by me. ;)

The trunks are on, Max is ready to go!

Enjoying our pool time together.

The BIG slide, which Max simply points at and says, "wee...wee!"

Loving this pool thing!

One of Max's favorite buddies, our neighbor Brooke.

Max and cousin Shayden.

Let's get going down this slide!

This is the life!

The Toddler Bed Update

Can I start out by saying that SuperNanny would be so proud? We have successfully trained Max to sleep in his big boy toddler bed!

However, not without challenges. So let me recap.

Let me start out by sharing THE PLAN:

After much talk and debate, Sam and I settled on the teach-Max-bed-is-for-night-night program. We went into said plan realizing this could be a lot of grueling work on our part. It entailed us literally playing guard dog by his bedroom door and everytime Max hopped out of bed, we gently scooped him up, placed him in his bed, and enforced "Night Night." As SuperNanny would instruct: no eye contact, no cuddle time, just a stern "Night Night." The goal was for him to realize his bed was a safe place for, whelp you guessed it, Night Night.

Night #1 -
Sam, one of the most amazing daddy's I know, was on his own this night. [I realize this was not kind of me to have a Girl's Night Out on our first night of putting the Mister in his toddler bed]. But, Sam was a trooper and up for the challenge.

After more than an hour of back-and-forth [scooping Max up, putting him in bed, saying "Night Night"], Sam started to grow weary. Thankfully, I walked in the door about this time. Max was struggling, so we opted to rock him to sleep and place him in bed. [Sorry SuperNanny, we derailed in a weak moment]. The night was a long one considering Max woke up around 4:30am and, to get him back to sleep, Sam ended up sleeping on the floor in his room. When Sam woke up, Max was cuddled up next to him on the floor. What a sweet sight, yet not the result we were hoping for.

Night #2
I was up for the challenge and ready to teach Max that I was in charge. My SIL, Kristen's, pep talk that day sounded something like this:
"Buckle down. These small battles set the stage for the relationship. Avoid confrontation whenever possible, but when it occurs you MUST win."
Ok, I was ready. And an hour and twenty minutes later...I was exhausted. In fact, I was sweating and getting a work-out from the in-and-out and back-and-forth and out-of-bed-in-bed routine. Sam was great moral support, but we were realizing quickly that Max is one determined child. And he had apparently decided that he MUST win.
Instead of rocking him to sleep, we ended up patting his back, while he dozed into dreamland in his new bed. Unfornately, he woke up again in the middle of the night and Sam spent a second night cuddled up on the floor in Max's room. Improvement [just thought I'd mention in case SuperNanny is reading this blog]: Max slept in his bed, while Sam curled up on the floor. That certainly counts for something, right?

Night #3
Right. New Plan. Said plan was NOT working. We discovered, in two short nights, that Max is extremely strong willed. We knew this, but were convinced even more. So strategy had to be changed. We stuck to the same nighttime routine. Bath, books, prayers, hugs and kisses. However, this time we explained we were not coming back until morning. We calmly explained that Jesus was going to give Mister peace and the Holy Spirit would provide comfort. We would be back to get him when it was time to start our day together.
It took ten minutes. Yep, that's right. TEN minutes. And Max gave up the fight. He hopped into bed and slept through the night. WOO HOO. What an accomplishment. For all of us!

Night #4
Sticking to the same plan! We put him in bed. Said our goodnights and prayers and left the room. Down to only TWO minutes of crying. Max, in his defiance, slammed his bedroom door, and climbed into bed. [I find this just hilarious. I mean really, slamming the door?]. Again, another successful night. He even woke up happy and played in his room for twenty minutes before we started the day. Progress, sweet progess.

So it seems the trick for us was four nights. Maybe we still have a few kinks to work out. But, I have to say, this is one of my proudest parent moments.

If SuperNanny ever needs to take a leave-of-absence from her show, maybe ABC would consider hiring us to take her place?

Fingers Crossed!

Max's crib is officially a toddler bed!

Will keep you posted. :)

Crib Jumper

It's about time I shared Max's latest and greatest achievement:

We have a JUMPER.

That's right, a CRIB JUMPER.

It was a lazy Saturday morning [at least Sam and I thought it was a lazy Saturday morning], when Max decided to have one of his infamous crib parties at 6:15 am. So in true good parenting style, I flipped the monitor off and wished him well!

At about 7:05 am, we hear LOUD singing and playing coming from the little man's room. The party was still cranking! I gave Sam a gentle nudge [thank goodness it was his morning to rouse with Max] and told him Max was ready to start the day. I turned over to catch up on some much needed sleep.

As Sam was in the bathroom, washing his face, brushing his teeth, he feels a little tap on his leg. He looks down, and WHOA, it's Max.

Pardon me?

Conversation that follows between me and Sam:

Sam: "Did you go get him out of bed?"

Jen: "No, did you go get him out of bed?"

Loooooooooong pause between the two of us.

What I love about this, is that Mister Max nonchalantly walked into our room, and then our bathroom, as if he does this EVERY morning. He was not phased one bit. However, we were. And frankly, quite petrified to put him back in his bed for nap and bedtime.

So, with much research [that was done quickly that Saturday morning], we decided we MUST purchase a video monitor. I think ebay had our order before noon. ;)

Since we had some lagtime due to shipping, we had to wing it for a few days. And didn't get much sleep for fear he would climb out again!

And lo and behold, he did try it again.

Fast foward just a few days, and I was putting him down for his afternoon nap. He was wired and not at all interested in napping. After several times of me walking in his room to tell him to quiet down, I hear this coming from the monitor [we were still working with the old monitor]:

"HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe"

Taking the stairs two at a time to figure out what was going on in his room, I discover him dangling over the side. Fully out of his crib, just hesitating to drop to the floor. OH MY! I rocked my baby boy to sleep that day to ENSURE he wouldn't climb out. ;)

Life has been a bit less stressful since we received our video monitor. However, I am not sure this is a long-term solution.

Max may be graduating to a toddler bed very soon!

We will keep you posted!

Mr. Independent

It seems that Mister Maximus is doing something new everyday. He is proving his independence in not-so-subtle ways. He is vocal and expressive in explaining that he wants to do things by himself. No help from his mama. Or his daddy. He wants to do it all. by. himself.

I caught the little man in action yesterday as he discovered how to get a drink of water all by himself. He was giddy, and I am pretty sure that is an understatement. Today, I watched him fill his little sippy cup up over and over and over again. So cute. Ok, I'll be real. It was cute at first. But, by the end of the day, and the hundreth time, I was getting a bit tired of cleaning water up off the floor. But, keeping my perspective in check, I kept reminding myself that I am watching my little man learn his independence right before me very eyes. A proud mama moment...and a couple sniffles too.

Surgery Day

Our little man had his first [and I am claiming last!] surgery today: tubes in his ears. He has had chronic ear infections for the last six months and tubes seemed to be the answer. He was a complete champ throughout the entire process and we pray this is the start to a new, healthy era!

And can I just say that I noticed a DRASTIC change by noon today? His mood, his disposition, his energy level, his communication. I mean, complete, drastic change. Unbelievable.

Thank you Jesus for providing us with these kind of resources.

And well done little Max. You did good!

Meet Doc

Max welcomes another boy cousin to the family!

Meet Mark Daniel "Doc".

Doc weighed 8 lbs 2 oz

and measured 18 in long.

Congratulations Mark, Amy and big sister Mia!