Chompers

After weeks of speculation and recent deep exploration, we’ve confirmed that Maxon has both of his upper molars working their way out and a third one on the bottom just peeking through. Maxon, we now forgive you for your restlessness, loud but brief wake-ups in the middle of the night, and stale breath from sticking your fingers in your mouth.

Someone is also learning how to bite from big pieces of food. He’s been pretty good with getting banana bites but we never trusted him to hold the whole thing. But now he has a new appreciation of vegetables if they are in stick form. He stole a waffle off of Mike’s plate yesterday and went to town, eating all the way around evenly so the waffle actually stayed in circular form. Still a no-go on any meats but maybe the new molars will inspire him to try new textures!

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Since Turning One

Maxon was officially sick for the second time. Official only because he was sent home from daycare and requested not to come back until being fever- and medication-free for a full 24 hours. How’s that for feeling totally busted?? I will confidently attest that he was normal and fever-free when we dropped him off at daycare although having very restless sleep the night before. He was a total trooper though and still wanted to play even through the worst of it.

We’ve had some fun learning some new tricks since his birthday. My personal favorite is teaching him “sit” and to “shake hands”. We’ve had some resistance with “roll over” (kidding) but he does seem interested in tumbling as he lays his head down to demonstrate “night-night” and then ends up over-rotating. Maxon is also finally getting the hang of repeating sounds and words when we ask… and when we don’t ask. For example, he learned the word for “eggs” but he also realized that the letter “X” in the Alphabet Song sounds an awful lot like it. His animal sounds are getting more diverse but he still needs reminders. If a certain toy or activity is met with any difficulty, he will ask for “hep” (help). He has also learned to associate certain actions or items with words. As in, he’ll bring me his shoes and say “outside”. Or if it’s time to say bye-bye to something, he’ll blow a kiss or wave. If it’s time to upstairs or downstairs, he’ll wait (im)patiently at whichever barrier is between him and the destination. He also doesn’t need to be actually spoken to to understand what is going on or what is being said so we have started to spell things out, to the best of our spellcheck-dependent abilities.

The real fun is mealtimes. He has gotten extremely picky lately and will only eat pasta, cheese, eggs (“etz!”), and yogurt with any real consistent success. Most fruit, too. I tried boiling the pasta in chicken stock to sneak in a different protein but he was on to me in a second and rejected it. We can sometimes get by with some carrots and bread. Not surprisingly, as he has inherited half of my genes, he will eat bits of french fries but home-cooked potatoes? Not so much. He still loves his milk, which we are transitioning away from formula and on to whole milk. He is also skilled at dinner theater. When he is no longer interested in what’s on his tray, he will try to engage Mike and me in some group activities, such as signaling a touchdown, “winking” (two tightly shut eyes for a nanosecond), or high-fives. Whatever is done with one parent must be done with the other. What a dipomatic little entertainer.