Eureka

Mark it in your calendars, I got Max to nap, in a bed without being fed. I believe that might be a first. The nap is only 10 minutes old, but I'm pretty proud of myself right now. Here's the evidence:




It's been a really good weekend so far. Yesterday, Max's Winnipeg grandma had a stopover at the airport so we got to visit over wings and Coke. We had a great time catching up and reacquainting Max with some of his Western family! Later that night, we picked up our good friend J from the train station - she was in town from Toronto for a weekend visit. Max wanted to hang out with J so much last night that he didn't admit that he wanted to sleep until after 10 pm. Boo. But yay at the same time.

It had been a while since my mother and our friend had seen Max and it's not like they're getting a lot of info via our shabby thrice monthly blog. In any case, it's been wonderful listening to how many changes they see in Max since their last visits. We often don't take note of a lot of these things because we see him on a daily basis. But, now that I think about it he does look a lot more like a little boy and less like a baby. And he's a total monkey when it comes to scaling things. Coffeetables. His crib railing. Highchairs. Legs. Shelves. Dude can't crawl properly, but it looks like standing isn't going to be an issue.

So, to wrap up this entry, I have to say that earlier today, before the whole nap thing, I thought the front page, 72-point headline was going to be about Max's swim class today. It was Survivor day and swimmers were supposed to hit the pool fully dressed (because when bad things happen around water, you're not usually wearing swim trunks - makes sense). So Max and Dad went swimming in all of their duds. That, combined with the fact that the pool might have been warmer than ever today, made for a great swim day for Max. He went underwater. He wore a lifejacket. He actually got to be the wolf in "What Time is it Mr. Wolf?" Cry factor: about 15%. The highlight was either during "If You're Happy and You Know it...do a starfish float on your front", when Max totally took it like a man, or in the warm pool after class when Max cracked his first ever smile within 100m of the pool facilities. Needless to say, in preparation for his next swim class, we will be investing in a body-length swim suit. Clearly the warmer he is in the water, the happier he is. I guess he got my genes when it comes to a general hatred of cold.

So I'll leave it there, except to say that Max is still pleasantly napping 50 minutes later. I am awesome.

Here are some pictures: