MAXIMO

Sorry these are coming more infrequently now... that job is getting in the way of my blogging! It's funny, all week I think of interesting things to say about how and what Maximo is doing, but then I sit down and it's like I kind of forget...
Yesterday morning was wonderful. We woke up (at 5:00 am - I think Max was excited about his Daddy's birthday). I put Maximo in the Hotsling and kept John company in the kitchen as he made eggs, bacon and grits for us. Maximo has been really cuddly lately and put his head against my chest, then drifted off to sleep to the spattering of bacon frying.
"John, I think Maximo really misses kangarooing with me, look at him," I commented with a full heart.
"Jule, I think you're the one who misses the kangarooing, " was his reply.
He's probably right, though I know Maximo enjoys it too. There's just something special that brings me back to the days when we couldn't picture him going home with us or growing up to be a healthy little boy. When his little body melts into mine and his head is against my chest, I feel a closeness I can't articulate. Our hearts are beating in sync and my heart is exploding with love and affection for this little man.
He's still eating very well... we've added sweet potatoes, avocado, and tomorrow pears and prunes. We've been trying a little yogurt and prunes (separately) because Jr.'s a bit constipated. Wednesday was a great day because he pooped right before we went to work (I can't believe I get excited over b.m.'s now). But, hasn't since then... urghhh... Today he was a little fussy so we're thinking it could be the five days worth of food packed into his intestines.
Today, I went to book club, so John and Maximo went shopping, then they came home. Max was a dream at the store, but when they got home, he didn't eat well and then decided to scream at the top of his lungs for about 45 minutes. Though I know Dad was a bit stressed and felt helpless with the little one screaming his head off, I wish I had a picture of what I walked in on: John and Maximo both exhausted, both sleeping in the chair - John with his head slung back against the back of the chair and Max nestled in his arms. Very, very cute.