Musing with Max

Musing with Max

November 17, 2011

The Boy in the Dog Suit

When my niece Amanda
was 3 years old, which is clearly not in this picture, she used to wake up in the middle of the night and walk all the way across the house and jump into her parents' bed in-between them. If memory serves, I believe they let her stay the first night but when she returned the next night and every night after that for the next 3 months her mother would take her back to her bed and tell her she had to stay there until eventually they came up with some compromise where she could sleep in their room (not their bed) once a month if she behaved. This worked and eventually she lost interest and stayed in her bed. It's a kid thing.

Frank's godson Luis

would scream so loud in the middle of night from his crib when he was 1 that his parents started bringing him into their bed to sleep with them so that they could. He is 3 going on 4 and still there. It's a kid thing.

My godsons Franky and Gaspar
jump into their parents' bed in the mornings and cuddle up. They just turned 3 so the jury is still out on the outcome of this one. It's a kid thing.

Whenever we go away for a weekend and bring Max with us he always jumps into bed with us even though we bring his
and when he finally wore us down (cause we're suckers for a cutie pie) and convinced us to let him on almost every piece of furniture including our bed

he went one step further (just one, really?) and now jumps in every morning, sometimes he just waits for us there

it's a kid thing...I'm changing my name to Gepetto.


  1. We might just be loving Max.

    xo Jane

  2. Well, I'm quite sure he'll love you back...and Nika of course.