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The boy has been attracted to slopes the last weeks. Our little friend Tim also had this fetish at this age (springa i backe! springa i backe! springa i backe!). Mom had an idea, dad has tools, and there's a Lowe's just a mile from the house. So Mr. Max Man got a ramp/platform to play on.
He ran up and down until his legs gave out, crawled up and down while they recovered, and then starting running again... We finally had to take it out of his room at bed time because he absolutely refused to stop.
With a half foot of new, fluffy snow, how in the world does Max's nose manage to find the tiny patch of exposed pavement?
We had sub-freezing temperaturea and high winds yesterday, which froze a nice crust on the snow- strong enough to support all of my 185 pounds.
Our local swamp is also frozen solid. It's spoooky.
Mr. Max Man got to play with the pipe insulation before it made it down to the basement.
There is no stopping Mr. Maximillian when he is running around in his diaper & shoes.
With all the colorful children's books around, Max pulls Men Who Made a New Physics off the shelf. Rutherford, Planck, Einstein and Bohr would be so proud.
Max spent a good 30 minutes moving his shoes back and forth.
Max thought it was loads of fun to walk on top of the frozen snow...until he slipped and his butt went through with a big CRACK.
Max is getting brave. He can go down the slide all by himself.
This was basically Max's first experience with sand. He loved playing with it, and didn't even try to eat it very often.
Our driveway turned out to be Mr. Maximillian's own private sled hill. Quite the difference from toasty warm California.
We must have walked up and down the boardwalk at Hermosa Beach a million times.
While in California somebody asked me if Max's eyes were real. Do people, even in southern California, actually put colored contacts in the eyes of their kids or something?!
