Michelle P

Beautiful Aunt Jennifer was in town this weekend, and, as usual, I forgot to take pictures. Jennifer snapped this one of us, and I share it here so you know that Max is not ALWAYS diligently paying attention while I read him great literary works. Shocker.

Yet another self-inflicted toe wound. I suppose I will have to get used to this as the mother of a boy! On a side note, it was not easy to get those toes still enough for a picture.

Max is up in the gym, just working on his fitness! 😉 Gotta be strong to catch up to daddy!

In case you thought linoleum was a less than ideal choice for flooring, allow Max to convince you that it does have merit. It makes a lovely sound on the bare skin. Try it sometime.

He dropped his block. Rough day.

Another blurry swing pic because oh! the joy on his face when he swings! Nothing sweeter. Except when he sleeps. That’s pretty sweet, too.

Wondering what Max’s little hands have been up to lately? I thought so. They have been making guacamole, marking up the walls with his blocks, knocking Godzilla (a plastic stegosaur) off skyscrapers (towers of blocks), and biting the head off T-Rex. Ok, his hands aren’t doing the biting, but you get the idea. He’s aContinue reading

Ready to ride!!!

Just standing around. No big deal.

Let the wild rumpus start! Happy birthday, Maurice Sendak, and thanks for the wonderful story about a boy named Max.