For the first time in our 5 years at Elementary school there was a big fat zero for tardies! This has NEVER been a goal of mine, only Buggy. Every morning we all have to hear the countdown to Mr. Pratt's announcements. "It's 8:27 Lid! You still have to brush your teeth? Oh Lydia!" Congratulations Bug, it's what you have always dreamed.
Ahh, the green smoothie uni-brow that Max will walk around all day with, the orange jacket that hangs off of him and the "do it myself" mohawk. This picture is classic Max.
Daddy's homemade basketball court got us through the winter.
Another good samaritan act from our neighboors the Gimeneses. Max shows up at their doorstep with an order of 20 flyers for his football game. Too bad he passed 3 out then said he would pass the rest out tomorrow.
And lastly, memories of our sweet pediatrition who passed away only four days after getting a staff infection from work. He was the best, huh guys? He laughed when I called everyone of you guys the wrong name and gender in the hospital. He didn't seem to mind when you asked for hundreds of stickers and they ended up on the cupboards in the exam room only to be torn off and leave a nice, fuzzy white remnant of a sticker. Or when smarties were all over the floor, a diapered baby had escaped and was running through the halls and of course when I would cry at every appointment for some reason or another. He called to check on each of you guys whenever you had a problem with something. He loved saying poop. Our last visit to his office Max had a complete meltdown during his kindergarten shots. Dr. Nielsen looked at me like he had never seen a kid cry so hard in his life and I just laughed. We are grateful to have known him!
