Monday, August 31, 2009

Cha-cha-cha-CHANGES

It's official. Max is now a MONKEY. He even has the uniform!



In case you are wondering what I'm talking about. Welcome to the newest episode in the wonderful world of parenthood where we all sound like blathering, braggin idiots all the time. Can't use universal terms like 18 - 36 month room. That would be too easy. It's Monkeys or Butterflies and MAX is a Monkey. Still confused? Me, too.

Max has finally transitioned to the next room up at child care about 3 weeks ago. The rooms are all named after animals and his new room's cutey moniker is Monkeys. The official room sign is pictured below.



We have waited a looooooooooooooooooooooong time for this transition. He was in the old room about 4 months longer than he should have been. There was some sort of logjam in the transitioning. I guess Max was born at a particularly fertile time of year in the Ft. Detrick area. There were 5 toddlers waiting to move up in his room and they were getting BORED. Boredom combined with small spaces at this age is not a good thing. The kids answer to this was pretty much hitting, biting, chasing and pushing. There were a lot of incident reports to sign for all of the parents.

But, he's moved up and he got to go with one of his good friends, Trey. Change is hard for Max, particularly when it involves a change in the people in his life. He still has a good amount of stranger anxiety so he's been trying to adjust to the new caregivers. It's a challenge for all of us but we're getting through and Max is doing well. At first he would come home and say, "No Monkeys." The first day he went to Monkeys he came back to the Pooh Bear room at lunch and said, "I back. No Monkeys. Trey Monkey."

He's gotten more comfortable since then. It helps that they spend a lot more time outside. He LOVES being outside. They have a lot of activities and he's totally intrigued by the potty training. He's gone back to the 15 minute nap and, hopefully, that will change once he gets more comfortable with his new peeps. Though the drop off is still hard each day, he looks forward to school and always says, "Monkeys?" with an excited voice as we are getting ready in the morning.

One of his favorite people at school is an on-call employee named Michelle. She was in his room a lot when he first starting coming to the center. She is now in Monkeys covering for a gal who's on maternity leave. That has helped Max a lot. He will pat the ground next to him in whatever activity they are doing and say, "Sit. Chelle." Very cute.

Another one of his friends from Pooh Bears has transitioned into the room and he likes that. He's also made a new friend, Liam. The other day I asked him who his friends were at school and he told me Trey, Liam and Morgan. I was so impressed. It's amazing to think that we can actually have little conversations now. I don't know about Max but Dan and I are thrilled.

I took a picture of one of his art projects at school. Slowly, he's becoming more comfortable being messy. He likes playing with crayons and markers and even ink pads or paint brushes. The fingerpaint is still too messy for him but he might squish it around one of these days soon.



I started with out serious monkey and I'll sign off with our cheeky monkey. See you soon.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Mr. Personality

It turns out that Max is both charming and a hellion, which is actually a pretty good mix. It keeps us on our toes for sure.



Here he is being partincularly charming last week before we left for school. He loves to play with hats and it's fun to watch him entertain himself putting the hats on and off and then trying to get them on Havers.

The terrible two's which the politically correct child developmental crowd now calls "asserting the independent self" are fully upon us. I will elaborate more on that in a later post.

For now, I will be thankful that our little man is still every bit as sweet and adorable as he has been. The difference is that the sweetness has been condensed to be even more intense and serves as a buffer for the moments of flailing legs, arms and screams of we're not quite sure what.



He's hilarious in that understated, straight-man kind of way but he can break into a giggle fit, too. I think this photo is a good example of that. More is coming soon.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Early Morning Cuteness

Yesterday morning when Max woke up he called for me as usual and when I went to his room he looked up and me and said, "All done. Sleeping. All done, Mama." Who can resist? I gave it my best effort as it was 5:30 am. I trudged out to the kitchen, got some milk, brought him back to our bed and wouldn't you know it, we were up by 6.

On a related sleep topic, he's pretty interested in snoring. I taught him the word and the noise while entertaining him on our drive to the Maryland Shore last weekend. It just so happened that I brought a book that ends with Peter Rabbit sleeping and a snoring sound effect. Max thinks that's hilarious. He often asks for the bunny, (who is) sleeping and then he does a snoring sound effect. Such a card.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Hershey Park!

We just got back from our morning constitutional. Max is down for a nap so I thought I'd take a moment to post. A couple of weeks ago we went to Trogue's Brewery in Harrisburg, PA and Herhsey Park with some friends. The brewery tour was great but we spent most of the tour in the back looking at the tanks and an air pump. Max just didn't have it in him to sit still through the brewing process. To be honest, our charming tour guide lost him after about 5 minutes of the history of the company!

After the brewery tour we headed over to Hershey Park for the freebie tour and a stroll through the marketplace. Hello Hershey!



Max had a marvelous time! He is quite the live wire. Always running from here to there and some days you wonder how did such a little boy get filled with so many antics? The world is his playground if only we'll let him play. Here he is trying to climb the fence to the NASCAR, which I think was a Reeses Cup decorated race car.



Then it was off to bite the tables. I'm glad we've given up on being germ-phobe parents. We'd been out of our minds trying to keep him out and off of everything and he'd be missing out on all this fun.



Everyone else had milkshakes but I had a sundae. YUM! Vanilla ice cream with peanut butter swirl, hot fudge and peanut butter sauce and I almost forgot the most important part - reese's cups. A little bit of heaven. You probably won't believe this but I didn't eat all of the sundae or any of the whip cream and gave Dan 3 of the 4 PB cups. I must have been feverish.



Time for head stands.



Shaking the sign.



Run, be chased, roll on the ground. Good times.



They say curiosity killed the cat but it merely led our child to rummage through the trash. He pulled this shiny purple and gold ribbon from the trash can and across the room. Nice.



Jason, the top of Elli-Grace's head and Anna Claire on the chocolate facotry tour. Max was not INTO this at all. I think he was scared. He lightened up a bit once we got to the conveyor belts with all the chocolate bars but even then he was "allllll done."



Photographic evidence that we were, in fact, in Hershey Park.



Hugs from Elli-Grace.



Looking cute. (Duh!) One of the funniest moments of the day was at the end of the chocolate tour. The Hershey Rep says good-bye and offers you a snack size hershey bar. Max was still a little traumatized by the tour so he said, NO to the bar. Dan took one. About 10 yards later, Max looks at Dan and says, "Chocolate. Please?" So cute and Dan could not say no. He LOVED his chocolate bar and had a bunch of chocolate all over his face. He even managed to con a whole bar out of Anna Claire. Lucky for him she's good at sharing.

It's so funny how the language development progresses. As far as we know he hasn't even heard the word chocolate that many times and he certainly hasn't had it more than 5 or 10 times so how did he know what to ask for? Don't know but still we were amazed.



The after party was not nearly as much fun as the trip. He was a very grumpy smurf but the picture is still pretty hilarious.

Happy Birthday Grandma Christie

Dear Grandma Christie,

I hope you have a very Happy Birthday and remember how much we all love you! Please don't be too serious on your big day.



Just kick back and relax. Enjoy what comes.



Don't worry if the candles on your cake start a fire. I'll be there to put it out.



And above all, don't let the monster get you!



All my love and then some. MAX