Just Keep Swimming...

Max started swim lessons last week. It has been an interesting experience. The first lesson consisted mainly of him in my lap telling me he was NOT going to take his shirt off and he was NOT getting in the water. He crawled up and over me when I tried to convince him to stick his feet in the water.
Slowly but surely he has gotten in the water and sort of participated in the class. He is still not putting his face in the water, but he at least isn't screaming at the teachers "NO NO NO NO NO NO" anymore.
He loves swimming. He just LOVES being in control more. Swimming lessons has been the first experience in a lesson he truly has to learn: Max isn't always going to get to be in control. He is definitely his mother's child and believes that it would be best if he was in charge, but life is going to be hard if he doesn't learn how to let others be in charge.

Time Marches On

There are moments that I just wish I could freeze and stay in the beauty of them forever.

Max looking up at me and telling me that I am the "best mommy". My joyful son throwing himself into my arms and giving me kiss after kiss after kiss. Every time I am able to kiss his hurts and make him feel all better. The moment before I turn his bedside lamp off and I see him sleeping innocently and peacefully.

As much as I would like to stop time, it just keeps moving forward. It is the way the world works and I know there will be more magical moments in the future, but it is hard not to feel like it all just goes by too fast.

Max is 3 years, 3 months, and a couple of weeks old. I still look at him at least once a day and feel wonder and amazement that he is my child. He is officially "off" all things baby and constantly tells me he is a big boy and very strong. He has more energy than I ever knew was possible but at the same time has more focus than I thought capable of a three year old. He isn't very free with his affection, especially to those not named Mommy and Daddy, but he has a sensitive heart and loves those in his life deeply. He is a creature of habit and appreciates the value of a good, thought out plan. He doesn't like not being in control and has a head harder than a rock. He still loves all things Star Wars, but has also developed a fascination with knights and dragons. He thinks his daddy hung the moon and can't wait to spend time with him each day.

He is a big boy, but will forever be my baby. I wish all of you were as lucky as me and got to spend everyday appreciating the gift of my Max!

Ridiculous

The amount of time between posts is ridiculous. Here is the kid in all his glory!

Couple of Photos

Feeling Crafty (Or just cheap)

I needed a new wreath/door decoration for spring. It was already well into March and my door was still decorated with some wooden hearts for Valentine's day. I looked all around at Hobby Lobby but everything they had was just a little too cheesy for my taste or was in my budget. I didn't really want to spend more than 10 or 12 dollars.

I found this tutorial on the web: Paper Wreath

Her's is definitely much cuter than mine, but I think for just using cardstock that I had on hand, my wreath turned out pretty darn well. I'm also pretty sure that if I did it again it would look even better. But hey, for a completely free wreath (well, free as in I didn't spend any MORE money, I just used products I had) I think it will work for a few months.

The Croup

Well, last Sunday night Max was in a great mood. We had just a wonderful weekend and were getting ready for a fun and busy filled week. Here he is:



That night he didn't sleep well and he woke up with a fever. He didn't really have any symptoms but the fever and he was tired. Here he is Monday:



Finally on Wednesday, I took him to doctor. Three days of a fever as high as 103 and I feel a doctors visit is necessary. So, we saw the doctor Wednesday. Got a diagnosis of Roseola (infant measels) and were sent home because there is nothing they can do for that. Wednesday night found us up the entire night while Max coughed this terrible cough that sounded similar to a barking seal. He would have episodes were you could tell he was struggling to even breathe. It wasn't a fun night.

So, feeling a little like an over-reacting mama, I took him back to the doctor. He officially had "the croup". Put him on a steriod. Barking seal cough disappeared, now he just has a persistent cough and still a fever.

Max sick is no fun. He is a pretty tough little dude, so it is sometimes hard to tell how he is really feeling. But, his little eyes just say "mommy I don't feel good" this week. I'm hoping this weekend brings not only the first day of spring (and a 4 inch snowfall) but a healthy Max. I know we are all ready for him to feel better!