Happy 1st Birthday Max! 6-13-12

MAX B.C. (before cake)

                                             MAX A.D. (after destruction)

Rosie-whaat?

It's 3:00 pm, you're at work, your phone rings and it's your son's daycare. I normally try not to panic when this happens. It's usually a fever, which usually is owed to some new teeth coming in; we usually get him home, usually give him Tylenol, we cuddle, usually he's all better the next day. Such was not the case a few weeks ago. (Wednesday June 6 to be precise). "Come get Max, he has a 102 fever." they say. So I did. When I got there they warned me that a little girl had Roseola but they didn't know until it was too late. Not knowing what Roseola was I somewhat brushed it off thinking "I'm sure Max is just getting more teeth." I took him home, gave him Tylenol, we cuddled, he seemed better. I was smug in my accurate diagnosis of my son's issue. Pah! I put Max to bed at his usual time. Two hours later he was fussing and inconsolable. Couldn't give him more Tylenol, it wasn't time yet and he was burning up! This went on for several more days and endless nights. I would watch the clock, waiting the recommended 6 hour waiting period between dosing to relieve my little guy of his pain and his fever. Saturday he seemed to be better. Then came the red dots. Sunday, the full blown rash. Still cranky, upset and aparently still not feeling well, Max looked even worse. These pictures don't really do the rash justice, but thankfully they didn't itch or anything (or so I read).

 

By the following Tuesday (June 12) he was back to 100% maximum Max! And so ready to get out of the house and celebrate his birthday. Ok so Roseola...CHECK. We can cross that one off the list.

One Week Later

As any parent before me will readily agree, I just can't believe how fast Max - or any baby for that fact - progresses. One day you are bringing home a squished up little bundle of cute, a little bit later arms and legs start flailing sparatically, random noises come along, and now almost 1 year later Max has OFFICIALLY taken his first steps. Just last week we could barely get him to raise his foot and then yesterday Jason and I were sitting on the floor a few feet away from each other and he set Max down, made sure he was balanced and Max would walk to me - about 3 steps. Then I'd turn him around, balance, and back to daddy he'd go, laughing, wobbling and grinning from ear to ear. He did this about 5 or 6 times...it was exhilerating to see his confidence grow and to watch how excited he was about his new ability. At this rate, he should be ready to show off for his 1st Birthday coming up!

That's one small step for Maxwell...

This is a blog about Max, is it not? Therefore, henceforward and heretofore (and so on and so forth) I've decided that I need to start writing about Max not just posting pictures. There are so many wonderful things about him that bring smiles and laughter to Jason and I and it's inevitable that I won't remember ALL of them. So, thanks to our friends in Switzerland and THIS post I will try my very best to document "Maxisms". So yesterday I think it's a fair to say I'm pretty sure we saw Max take his first step. Lately he's been unwittingly standing on his own so we've been encouraging him to move forward before he realizes he's not hanging onto anything; and lo and behold that little chubby foot inched up and forward and down just before he lunged into daddy's arms. We were so excited we screamed and cheered and scared poor Max half to death making him cry. Way to go mom and dad, now he'll never want to walk for fear of being screamed at.

Smokey Mountain Vacation 2012

Left Monroe on Easter, stayed in Berea, KY for 1-night, arrived in Pigeon Forge, TN for 4 days, then Covington, KY (across from Cincinnati, OH), and then back home.

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Keeping Maxwell Busy...

...while traveling to the Smokey Mountains

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Spring is here!
Max is 9 months old already. He's been crawling around getting into all kinds of things, mostly cat food and dirty shoes; he pulls himself up to a standing position, and sings and bangs on anything with a flat surface. Someone get this boy some bongos!