Snakes and Snails...

I am surrounding by rough and tumble boys.  I am keenly aware of the lack of estrogen in my household many times each and every day--we sword fight, watch copious amounts of animal planet, burping is open and always followed by mounts of laughter, and I will inevitably always find matchbox cars with my feet in the middle of the night:)  Max announced to me last night that he had "grocery store feet."  I am certain that this is the only way that I will ever hear him say, "mom, I need a bath!"

I should write a book with the crazy things I hear come out of that mouth.

Max's week at school was awesome, so today he got to get his second gift from the treasure box.  Ah, yes, the coveted, so-frequently-discussed treasure box....we have been talking about this all week.  And what does he pick?  A small paddle with a ball attached--the perfect "treasure" for a almost four-year-old.  About 30 seconds after getting in the car, I realize that this fun little happy is going to get him in trouble quickly.

Lucky for Max, I am a master manipulator:)  A quick bait and switch later, we are at Starbucks in line for a cake pop, and the paddle/ball combo is just a memory. 

And, let it be known that the Maxster has his mama's sweet tooth.  He is hooked:)  Good thing we have 3 dozen cake pops, 3 dozen cupcakes and shortbread cookies at the big "4" birthday party this weekend!

 And look how proud my little man was of his goodies that he made for Grandparents' Day!!  I think I rocked this little guy's world today when I explained to him that his gifts were for his two Papas and Marmie (guess I should start referring to them as his grandparents now).  And, of course, once he finally digested that new phenomenom, he is now telling me that it's their birthday.

Oh well! Some things are just too technical to get him to wrap his big brain around.  Guess we'll be calling to sing "Happy Birthday" later tonight!