Max and Miles who, to Me, Will Always be Secretly Named "Gus"

The blog about Max and his little brother, Miles. Stunningly cute boys and future leaders of the rebel forces.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

For My First Trick, I will Defy the Laws of Gravity

Max is feeling so much better, we felt comfortable gluing his sleeper to the ceiling and sticking him in for the day. He likes to just hang out up there, watching us go about our business. At the end of the day, when we get him down for dinner, he's all, "What? Oh, is it time to get down already?"

Friday, March 16, 2007

I Am Not Afraid of You and I Will Beat Your Ass

Rotavirus, I wasn't ready for you this time. You got me. But I am stronger now, stronger and smarter. Next time we meet, it will be you who needs 15 diapers a day. It'll be you with the hideous fire-butt. So, you can come back if you want to, but when my king-sized bottle of Pedialyte smashes in your capsid, you'll wonder: Geez, was it worth it?

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Unimpressed by the Impressiveness

This one is a shout out for all out friends back down south in the holler. This is how we roll up here, yo! Max, though, due to combination of nap-needing and crazy snow glare, was not quite ready to appreciate white and fluffy wrath of Mother Nature.

The last couple of weeks have provided me plenty of quality time with my trusty snow shovel and I've had at least one realization about my youth. Back in the day, I loved shoveling snow. Dad was usually on a tractor getting the big stuff done while I painted in the details around the house and garage. The thing I realized is, for me at least, moving snow is one thing a person can do that has immediate, obvious benefits with minimal chances of failure or, more commonly in my case, breaking something. It's the perfect activity for (klutzy) kids of all ages.

In the summer substitute mowing for shoveling and you've got the idea. Of course, mowing has the extra zing of possible digit or limb loss. Damn lawn looks good though.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Poodle Alarm Level: Yellow

Dear Frankie,

I'll be coming for you soon. Do you prefer low-motor function whacking (what I call "petting the woof-woof") or attempts to retrieve test samples of hair (commonly known as the "Baby Clutch")? I am walking now. Everyday, I will get better and better and faster and faster. I look forward to petting you lots and lots.

In the meantime, I will walk a little, plop down, do a little dance and finish with a hand clap. . . because I can.


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