Max loves to relax with his Papa.

He is grandma's boy!
Rockets and robots and water balloons and tractors and bubbles and trains. These are what our little boys are made of. And they have made our lives so amazing.

Max NOT liking the wagon as we go out the door...
Max... suspicious, holding on for dear life... not cracking a smile no matter what we tried...
Dad and Max zipping along...
Max starting to enjoy himself, although I wonder if chewing on a towel had anything to do with it!
"Now where did I put my ducky?"
"Okay, people, get this thing off my head. I've indulged you quite enough."
"Oh no, I've gone and killed my ducky!"






