Gingerbread cookies

I got the call that there would be gingerbread baking at Max's. I rushed right over.

When Marty & I got there, Quinn told us he had outgrown his nap.

We would never have guessed.

Quinn was working on his stand-up comic routine. He was very good.

Max had a great idea. Since Quinn does whatever Max does, he  thought he could lure Quinn into his crib by showing him what fun it was.

Kiss Glow-Worm night night!

Max's Birthday!

"Crocodile cake," said Quinn. "It's a dinosaur." "Reptile cake," Quinn corrected himself.

Trampoline Arena was like visiting another planet with zero gravity! People were bouncing around so fast you could hardly see them.  I looked and looked for Max, but he was nowhere to be found.

I felt bad that Max hadn't been invited to his own party!  Where was he?

Quinn strapping on his gear. At least he's there.

Here's Quin and his daddy in the upper left hand corner.  They're doing a little bouncing around. But still -- no Max!

Max' very sweaty daddy.  He's been getting a work out.

I think Max is enjoying a tasty reptile.

Max the First Grader

Bethia and I drove to Max's school to have lunch with him.

The cafeteria was crowded and very noisy!

Max as usual was having a great time with his friends.

We went outside to eat. Max ate his his lunch backwards. He started with his Hershey's kiss, then he ate his fruit roll-up, then he had his applesauce, and then he ate some goldfish crackers, and by the time he came to his sandwich, he was full. Too bad!

News Flash -- Max breaks a board in Tae Kwon Do!

But he's not smiling because he has a yellow tip on his sash now! He's just discovered the Halloween candy!

"Baby shoot, baby shoot." Quin, who refers to himself affectionately as, 'Baby,' was much taken with a pop gun given to his brother some years ago.  Whenever Max tried for a turn, there was a wounded cry of "Baby shoot! Baby shoot!" At last it was time to go, and Quin was carried to the van crying, although he cheered up immediately at the sight of the bat hanging on my front door and joined in a round of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  In the van, Bethia told me about the yellow tip on his sash Max earned in Tae Kwon Do.  "Baby tip! Baby tip!" Quin called out.  "I've got a baby tip for you,"  his tired mother answered while she strapped him into his car seat. "Don't throw yourself on a tile floor when you lose your temper and bang your head!"

Max and Ladybird

Max the Bird Whisperer

Max the soccer star

Poetry in motion. Perfect form.

Postcard Inn

"Watch me, Mama! Splash, baby, splash! Fun!"

Marshmallow Morning, Sept 10

Ingredients: One bag of stale marshmallows. One box of toothpicks. Two boys.

Quin's not giving up the marker just yet.

Tastier than Lincoln Logs too, huh Max?

Sharing crayons

Max and Quin were coloring at the table. Max  had a brand new box of crayons. He was coloring in his new superhero coloring book. Quin's new box of crayons was already all broken up and/or eaten by Shamus.  He really wanted to use markers. And his eyes were on Max's new crayons.


"And don't you be hillbilly handfishin' my new crayons," Max warned off his bro.

Max & Quin at the library

Max and Quin at the library. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Double Rainbow

"Look, Quin," said Bethia. "Someone's colored in the sky!"
"With markers," Quin answered.

Afternoon at Seminole Library Park

Quinn has just said, "shoe" to his mother. He had kicked one of his blue crocs off in the parking lot and she's just come back from running all the way back to the car.

Sadly, no alligators so far.

And no cobras. Or even racoons, owls, possums, or perhaps another bunny.

Ah! Rocks!

Max has become very quick at catching lizards.

What a wonderful afternoon! This outing was followed up by swinging by getting waffled fries & chicken nuggets from Chik-Fil-A (which Max ate greedily) and root beer floats at my house.  It was a happy day.

Cookies

A Boy, his Dog, and their Cookie

Max doing what he does best to a cookie.

Bethia Marie's Domestic Tragedy = Grandmother's Happy Time

That's facepaint AND chocolate.

Poor Bethia!  Learn as you go really sucks when it's applied to figuring out how to set up thousand gallon swimming pools with the infrastructure of an inner tube. Less, really -- only the top ring blows up, and the rest just takes shape by magic.  Bethia's Supermom, but she's  not Hermione. "I guess I'm not very bright," she said, frustrated, and Max said, "No, you're not bright. You're brighter."

A shark.

Max moves so fast you can hardly see him.

So cute

Bathtime

Easter for Max is Pez dispensers!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A splendid Easter at Max & Quin's:  They were already very full of jelly beans when I arrived.  We sat outside and Jon came out and tried to tempt Quin to eat a little lox, like a papa bird bringing some delicious fish to his baby bird.  Quin pushed him back into the house and shut the glass door on him! No lox this year. 

We played UNO fiendishly. Bethia won the first hand and I gave my loser moan, while Max said, "Ha ha! She lives in my house." Max won the next hand. Max is a crocodile!

Quin was fully recovered from his terrible accident when he bit through his tongue, glad to say. And Max was recovered from his allergy testing.  Those boys have had a tough week!

Tuesday night.

Occasion:  Bethia (weary and dragged out with Quin's cold) had a PTA meeting at Max's school, attendance required, so lucky me! I get to spend an evening with the boys.
Quin's deeds: Happy Quin was a bit sick and whiny!  He did have the energy to laugh and play on the round lawn furniture his big brother put together for him. Also to dip his toothbrush in the dirt of his father's plants.
Max's deeds: Max beat me at 3 out of 5 Connect 4 games, nothing new there.
Max's sayings:  When Jon came home from his 12 hour shift at the hospital, he threw the boys up in the air and they laughed and laughed.  "Watch out!" Max said. "He's dangerous!" of his little brother, "And I  don't listen well!"

Max is not Batman. He is a bat!

Sunday: Brunch at The Hangar

Occasion: Bethia, Jon, Max, Quin, Jane, Marty & I had breakfast on The Hangar balcony.
What we did:  Looked at planes and helicopters taking off & ate banana pancakes and avocado & feta cheese omelettes.
Quin's deeds:  "Plane! Plane!" as he pointed to the sky, excited.
Max's deeds: As planes headed in toward the airport for a landing: "They're coming at me! They've got their cannon out! They're going to shoot!"

"Plane! Plane!" said Quin.

A very beautiful day.