I know I'm not the only one who has moments when I think my kid must hate me, but this is not one of them. Max and I have had a fantastic week. So here it is:
How I Know Max Loves Me
By Kristin Ellis
By Kristin Ellis
Tonight after Max finished eating, he reached his spaghetti covered arms over to me in my seat and said "up." For some reason I resisted my initial urge to push him away and try to get a wet napkin before he attacked me anyway. It turns out I'm glad I did. He wrapped his body around me and let me rock him while he patted my back for a good 2 minutes. I wouldn't call him a cuddly kid, so moments like these really make my day. I love him so much.
Another cute thing he does is when I tell him to look at my tummy move, he always puts his chin on my stomach and stares for as long as his attention span will let him. This is particularly endearing since Abram HATES when I tell him to look at my tummy. He thinks it's boring to sit and wait for her to move again for some reason. Anyway, Max warms my heart when he does this.
On Sherry's advice we decided to keep Max up until 9 for a few weeks to see if we can permanently change his 5:30-6:30 wake up time. Surprisingly enough, he is so much fun at night. You'd think he would be exhausted and fussy (since he's still waking up at 6:30), but he is cuddly and giggly and so much fun. Last night he sat in one big chair in the living room and I sat in the other and we just talked and sang songs for about 20 minutes. When I say we talked, I mean he babbled incomprehensibly and chuckled at his jokes inbetween telling me what song he wanted next.
Anyway, I'm glad we're friends and that he loves me because I sure do love him.