9.27.2010

johnny appleseed learns to ride a bike

Today I picked up Johnny Appleseed from preschool.
Mom: "Hi, Max! How was school?"
Max: "I'm not Max. I'm Johnny Appleseed."
Mom: "Did the kids like the snack you took to class today, Johhny Appleseed?"
Max: "Yup. Just the Starbursts. Not the applesauce. I can't like that, Mom."Also, Johnny Appleseed learned to ride his bike yesterday. The amazing thing is that he never learned to ride a bike with training wheels because the training wheels on the bike were bent. He was content to ride his little hot wheels. So Dad went out and bought some new training wheels to put on the bike. But it would be a few days before he could put them on, so Mom decided to see what he could do without them. Johnny Appleseed is a very quick learner.

9.22.2010

Another year older...and more beautiful than ever.

I love you Mom.
Happy Birthday.

9.21.2010

Big Machines.

My boys have a real obsession/facination with big machines and tractors. If for nothing else, I suppose the State Fair was worth it for this.

It's Become Tradition.

I'm not quite sure how this became tradition, but for the past 3 years, we've sort of found ourselves back at the Utah State Fair. I'm not sure why. The crowd is sketchy. The place is filthy. The food is all deep fried and over priced. The smells are..well...imagine livestock mixed with beer and funnel cake. But year after year, there we are. Of course, Max is a big fan. He loves the rides. We have to make sure that we hit the animal barns first, otherwise it would be the mini-helicopters for about 3 hours.
We didn't think that Luke was old enough for the little rides this year, but decided to give it a go on our last tickets. He, Max and I rode the mini-helicopters and oh, boy...he LOVED it. He cried and cried when it was over. Shortly after, we headed over to get some home-made ice cream and to find a spot to feed Luke some yogurt. The verdict is still out on whether it was the ride or a sick stomach, but Luke was throwing up dairy all over the place for the hour following the helicopter ride. Did we have a change of clothes? Of course not. Did he throw up milk all over his car seat? Yes, yes he did. Was I tempted to bathe everyone in a bath full of bleach when we got home? Absolutely.
Oh, the State Fair. I suppose it's about creating memories that one day you can look back on and think...why did we do that year after year after year?

9.20.2010

1st trip to the Dentist

Max had his first trip to the dentist. Generally the first trip to the dentist is to be a Happy Visit, you know, just checking out the place, letting the dentist count your teeth, etc. If things are going well, a cleaning might take place. Max was a champ and once the assistant showed Max the vacuum sucker and the cookie toothpaste, he was all in.
He and Luke enjoyed the Cars movie for about 5 minutes, after which they were more interested in all the mechanical stuff and the balloons.I'm pretty sure Luke would have let them do whatever they wanted to him too. He was having a great time!Good news is Max has all of his teeth. Bad news is he had one big cavity and two little ones starting. This was not at all a surprise to us given the occurrence of his current brushing regiment.
We left with a new battery operated toothbrush and an appointment to have some cavities filled. We are happy to report that since the visit, the brushing has been regular, thorough and consistent. Everyone wins.

9.08.2010

Preschool

Really? How did this happen? Max had his first day of preschool today and he was so excited. During the summer, I would drive by his preschool, which is just a neighborhood over from ours, and tell him that is where Ms. Tina's school was and that he would be going there soon. For months he would ask me when his school was going to start. It seemed so far away, for him and me both and then somehow today came. Ms. Tina had a Boo-Hoo breakfast the first 15 minutes of class so proper good-by's, kisses, hugs, and tears could be shared. Amazingly I didn't cry. Neither did Max. Ms. Tina did a great job of engaging the kids with play dough as the parents left. All that excitement turned to a little apprehension as I was leaving, but when I picked him up he ran out the door, said "Hi Mom!" and climbed into the car like he had been doing it for years. When we got in the car, he let out a big sigh and said, "Mom, I love my school."

9.01.2010

18 months

Luke had his 18 month check up last week. Stats: 26.85 lbs (64%), 32.5 in (57%)
There are so many things we love about this little guy right now. One of them being his adorable chubs...just look at that belly. We love how everything jiggles, even his cheeks, when he runs. (If only that were cute forever...)Luke loves the water, but he is very stubborn and very independent and doesn't want any help which makes pools very frustrating for a mom of a 3.5 year old who thinks he's a fish and and 18 mo. old who believes he's invincible. He pretty much doesn't want our help with anything these days and demonstrates so both vocally and physically.
We have been really quite surprised at the manifestations of his personality. Unlike his older brother, this one wakes up happy and ready for the day. He is very friendly, especially in grocery stores where he wins the affections of many moms and elderly women. He is wild and crazy and loves to wrestle. He is our cuddle bug and loves to tuck his arms and snuggle and give kisses. His pleasant and friendly demeanor remains steady until provoked by his older sibling or parental confrontation at which point he scratches, hits, pinches, bites...whatever it takes to come out ahead. However, he also uses these same techniques when he is happy and as a way to introduce his desire to wrestle or play chase. So when is happy, watch your back. When he's mad, watch your back. Yes, it's a problem. Apparently it is prerequisite that you develop an infinity for doing yard work while in the womb if you are going to be in the Loveless family. Luke already fights for his turn with the mower and weedwacker. He loves to follow us around doing yard work and asks me everyday "Side? Mow?"
Luke has quite the vocabulary and comprehension skills at 18 mos, a result of having an older sibling I'm sure. He says just about everything and comprehends most of what we are telling him. We love when we ask him where someone is and he responds " ah know" (or I don't know). Or when we say "Luke?" and he responds "What?"
Sounds so funny coming from an 18 month old. He is very good at folding arms for prayer, and saying Amen. He can point out Jesus and knows that he has "owies" in his hands and feet. He loves to sing and dance to the Wiggles and to watch "Boos Poos" a.k.a. "Blue's Clues". He is pretty good with a ball and absolutely loves to play with them and be outside. He loves to be read to and often times I find him sitting up on his brother's bed just looking at books. He is obsessed with trucks, tractors, horses and ducks. Luke is always good for singing time especially Popcorn & Old McDonald Had a Farm. We finally figured out all the ways we screwed up our first child and as a result, Luke is a dream sleeper. Generally he naps well and sleeps through the night, and has for many many months. Likewise he is adapting to nursery at a much faster rate as we have learned the value in the drop off, leave, and wait method. So far it's working and each week his is crying less. We feel so blessed to have this little guy in our family. He is so funny and tries to get people to laugh. What a ham! (In many ways...)

these are a few of my favorite things

I've been meaning to do a post on Max, mainly for journaling purposes but also for the entertainment factor for a few loyal blog followers (that would be you Mom). In the past few months Max has been dropping a few really good one liners that I have a maternal obligation to record. Here is the most recent example.
Lately Max has had a hard time obeying on the first, second...fifth command. Conveniently, he also has realized the value of Santa Claus all of the sudden. Yes, I realize it is only August, but when all else fails, Santa is always a parents best alli. We happen to have a motion detector in the corner of our living room, to which a little red light flashes on and off when anyone is on the main level. One day Max and I were particularly struggling not only with the behavior but with staying in time out, which is located on the main level. Enter Santa Cam. I might have told Max that Santa could see him when that little red light was on and is watching him to see if he is naughty or nice. A few days later I told him that he wasn't being a good boy and Santa could see him. He ran as fast as he could stood on the chair if front of the Santa Cam and yelled "Santa...I want to be a good boy. I want to be a good boy!" It's no secret that Max generally has a dislike for dogs he is not familiar with. However, if he knows the dog and is comfortable with the dog, then he really likes the dog. Carrie's Labradoodle, Sunny, hasn't made the best impression on Max, with her hyper personality and incessant barking. If Carrie and Brandon are visiting at Jolea's or Nana's, Max's first question is "Is Sunny in her kennel?" On the other hand, Max is a fan of Rowdy, Jolea's much calmer mutt dog. So naturally Max's prayers one night went something like this: "...and blessing Rowdy, (pause...opening his eyes like he had just been inspired))...BUT not SUNNY!" Max's vocabulary is growing...he regularly asks for his "wim soup"--pictured above. You can't go to the splash park without a wim soup you know. He loves the water and is so proud that he can put his face under the water. Current favorite word: "Awesome".Our Max has such an innocence about him. We've noted that he is no respecter of persons. Everyone can be his friend. While many of the little kids around him already know how to exclude others, Max just doesn't get it. He has no prejudices and loves everyone. There are two little 5 year old girls that live on our street. They are usually pretty sweet with Max and one day they were riding their scooters down the street. Max gave them a wave and a giant "Hello", then looked at me and said "Mom, those are my girls." Our own Elephant Man. Mosquitoes were the offenders. A few miner bites in the early evening resulted in massive swells. He was quite the spectacle.The next morning the forehead swelling had gone down but apparently the mosquito venom had traveled to his eyelid. He came in my room early Sunday morning and said "Mom...wake up! My eye falled!" It was almost completely swollen shut. I told him to go look in the mirror. He just stood there staring in disbelief for about 30 seconds to which he then responded, "Ughm, my eye is very sleepy." Max still obsesses over mowing the lawn...everyone's lawn. He has lawnmower radar and will wake up mid sleep if he hears someone out mowing their yard. We are blessed to have such great neighbors who kindly oblidge his obsession and let him mow or weedeat right along side them. We joke that we should throw him a birthday party and just invite Nate, Krista, Matt, Kristen, Lindy, Jeremy, Sarah, Mike...all the adults on our street. He loves them and considers them his close friends. Max is very observant. If you think he isn't watching, you're wrong. He has the best memory too. He can remember stores we've only been to one time, where they are, and what we bought there. He remembers places and people too. He really loves to watch and do what the grown-ups do. A little mimic this one is. Today he got in his little toy car and told me "Mom, I'm going to work. I'm Dad." Other times, it's "I'm going home teacher!"

Some of our most tender moments with Max are at night time, when his little OCD tendencies come out and he is ready for his exact bedtime routine. "Scrippurs, Prayers, and one Scooby!", he tells us. He loves his Book of Mormon reader and loves to tell us all who all the good guys are and who all the bad guys are. His favorite story is Samuel the Lamanite and yesterday he pointed to the ledge that runs along our family room wall and told me "Mom, that is my city wall!" Oh, how we love this little guy. He is growing up too fast.