Oh, and I almost forgot to mention, having gotten off on the side track of K, about Max's late night adventure last night.
Anthony and I are watching a House episode, chilling out, long after Max was in bed, when we heard a loud thunk. It was a familiar thunk of Max jumping off of his loft bed and, thus, we were waiting to hear his door open. Instead, we heard the sound of pee hitting the ground. Anthony went running down there and Max had peed in the corner of his room.
First we were mad. Then we thought he'd been asleep. Then I started talking to him while helping him get cleaned up - he'd pulled up his pj bottoms when he'd heard Anthony come down the hall while he was still peeing - and discovered that, indeed, he'd been awake and had chosen to pee in his room because he "just had to pee so bad." Now, Max has had some peeing trouble in the past, but he's never done this.
I'm feeling quite out of sorts about it. It's yet another thing we had said we didn't want to take on and yet, here we are. My life these days, folks.