Max wants to be a thing not a person

Max says that when he grows up he wants to be a fire engine, police car, doctor, or a school bus.

Max = 5 for Infinity

Today Max said that he doesn't want to grow up like us and would rather stay 5 years old (when he turns 5).

100F

It is so hot and humid in Arkansas in the summer. Back in Seattle it is in the upper 70's with zero humidity. Enough about that. Regardless of the heat, we played outside in the sprinkler and kicked one of those huge inflatable balls around. Max likes to get on top of it and then I try and kick it out from under him. We both crack up. Max and I also went to the office to hook up a new Apple display to replace or add to my other two monitors. We needed a cable that we didn't bring with us so instead we went out to the parking lot and I let Max sit in my lap and steer the car around the empty spaces. We made a couple of big loops around the two parking lots and then headed on back home.

Fox takes a bottle

Did Max ever take a bottle? No. Did Alex ever take a bottle? No. Did Fox? Yes. Way to go little guy!

Alex loves to paint

I think she spent an hour just sitting over on the floor painting quietly. She is a cute one!

First Day of School

Today was Max's first day at Pinecrest, a little private pre-school. When Kelly pulled up to the curb to drop him off he unbuckled himself and said, "See you guys later". He had a good time and his daily report said that he had good manners. Atta boy, Max!

Ironic

Been so busy having fun and playing with the kids that I have not blogged the good stuff.

On Friday, Max finished up his soccer camp. He had a ton of fun and it looks as though he learned quite a bit. I was most impressed with his soccer style.

Today, we headed down to "the new ball pit" called Fun City. It was good and the kids had a ton of fun...it will be a decent substitute for the ball pit back in Seattle (that sadly closed down). It will be tough to beat the great memories at that one though. When we were leaving the play area Alex kept saying, "Thank you Daddy" and giving me kisses. Max and I played Skee ball and didn't do so good. One time, Max threw the ball so hard that he lost control and it flew down a lane or two and went into another ball catcher. Two other times he didn't keep the ball low and it would go on top of the protection guard and make a loud banging sound. The Mom next to us was laughing pretty good. It made us laugh too.