'twas another wonderful summer weekend watching Max enjoy his childhood up at Papa's house ("Papa" his great grandfather is 92!). I have to remind myself to repeat the mantra "the hellaciously painful traffic-filled drive is worth it." I personally love the fresh air, warm sunshine and mellow days. But mostly I love watching Max explore the garden, climb the ladder and pick fruit, find ripe tomatoes and fill the basket, water the veggies, swing on his grandfather's childhood swing (handmade by his father) and of course simply play in the dirt.
Saturday night we went out for a family dinner. While at the restaurant, our little "matey" surprised us as he looked at the waiter and ordered "pirate milk." The waiter asked "what is pirate milk?" I had to wink at him while saying "surely you have a barrel of milk in the galley of this ship, don't you?"
But this morning what really slayed me was when I was looking through the camera phone pixs we snapped of the weekend and I found his little face with his tongue sticking out at the bottom of a family portrait taken after dinner. What an adorably mischievous, and not at all bratty like his parents, little man I'm raising!