Two little boys who could not be more ready for the waterpark!
Harry was a daredevil on the big waterslides, and went down time after time after time. Poor Max wanted to go sooooo bad, but wasn't big enough!
Our Saturday mornings are now spent at T-Ball, and I think Harry actually is liking it. And for most of the time, he is paying attention. But I must say a T-Ball game is baseball in sloooooooowwwww motion. Case in point: Harry hits the ball but must have a minute of coaxing before he drops the bat and then runs to the base. (You can hear Daddy in the background :)
Harry and Max often demand that bedtime songs be written on the fly to suit their whims. Last night, Max asked for a song about "M&Ms." Several months ago, during the duo's obsession with railroad crossings, I wrote a song about such crossings. Now, BOTH Rob and I have to sing the song separately each night, as if we are in a talent show competition. Max also sings along, which I find quite adorable, but you be the judge.