Three for the price of one

So two Thursdays ago, Holly decided to take Max with her on a weekend getaway with Great Auntie M to Peterborough for the Morrison family reunion. Friday morning, Max came down with the sniffles and we debated whether or not he should still go. Holly felt that it was important for both of them to go, so off they went. (*Apparently, a great weekend was had by all...but I'll leave it to Holly to blog the details herself) I did a bit of housework on the Saturday and Sunday, and even got to catch up with some friends at lunch on Sunday (yay Wii and ribs at the Screids!). I used Sunday night to do some cooking (both food for adults and for babies) and called both of my folks. Over the course of call #1, I felt my throat getting scratchy. . . over the course of call #2, it got worse and I knew I was getting sick. Now quite familiar with two-day incubation periods, I figured I had picked up what Max caught. I took the next day off work and cocooned myself in the basement, waiting for my family to get home. When Holly arrived, I lumbered upstairs to find that she had also come down with Max's cold Sunday night. So there we were. All three of us simultaneously sick for the first time. I ended up missing three days of work. We took shifts hanging out with Max. We did not take shifts hacking, sniffling and feeling sorry for ourselves - that was a constant. Of course Max got better first. Just now are Holly and I starting to feel 80% again. Come to think of it, I kind of prefer everyone being sick at the same time to an illness bouncing back and forth between the lot of us - at least this is over faster.

What else did we get up to this week? We went to play Ultimate again later Thursday. It's been really nice of Max's grandma and Great Auntie K to babysit once a week so that we don't have to worry about exposing Max to mosquito madness at these rural muggy swamps. Also, two weeks back, Max's auntie L babysat so that Mom and Dad could have their first date in months and months. We went to go see Iron Man - a good way to spend an evening. Was it our first film of 2008? I think so. Thanks!

Swimming was actually a lot better this week. The last time I took Max swimming, I had the idea of bringing one of his favourite bath toys. Too bad we were a little late and we had to rush the getting changed portion of our program and I left it in my shorts pocket. Then, Holly put this plan into action for her Aquafit class and it seemed to distract Max quite a bit. So this Saturday, we set off for swim class with his little fishies and I did not forget them this time. Max started off as per usual - crying through getting his hair wet, half of the jumps off the side and then all of the starfish practices on the floating foam rafts. But then, silence and fishies-chewing throughout all of What time is it Mr. Wolf? and The Grand Old Duke of York. Seriously. So the cry factor plummeted this week to about 55%. While chatting with the instructor in the warm pool after the fact, Max fell over from his seat in the pool and fell in the water, but after the water cleared from his face, he was perfectly fine. Just maybe, over the last two weeks of the class, little dude will have a whole class without crying. Unlikely, but just maybe.

After swim class, we were invited out to Great Auntie K's cottage to celebrate Grandma Heath's 55th birthday (woo-hoo golden plate discounts!). Max dodged most of the black flies (they were all biting his grandma), enjoyed his first summer view of the lake (no WAY we were going for a swim with him but Holly made it in the water for a brief dip), visited with the neighbour, and enjoyed some fresh Quebecois air. Saturday was capped with a huge gourmet birthday meal of king crab. We had a great time so a big thanks to our hostess with the mostess!!

Now, we're in the process of waiting for the little monsieur to adjust to the heat. Apparently, "32 degrees, feels like 41" has the effect of shifting his bedtime back a couple of hours. It is currently 9:40 pm and he is happily playing on his blanket in the living room and we're both yawning like crazy. Great. All that time to work his bedtime back so we could have a little "us" time in the evening... RECLAIMED!! There is a good chance that we might not make it past the pilot episode of Battlestar Galactica for the next few days at least. We refuse to move his crib into our room to combat the heat (we're the ones with the air-conditioning unit)... that's too much regression for one month.

So things are plugging along. After the positive feedback from the frog video, here's another one of Max giggling. Enjoy.