One day we woke up and had a clan. That's what twins will do for you. Some days we want to pull our hair out, others we're glad that it's not so gray, but every one of them is humbling reminder of the joy of life. This is a glimpse into our wonderful adventure.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
The Tales of Max
Last Sunday, it was poop. This Sunday, it's marker. Max is going to destroy this house, one Sunday at a time. Actually, we'd only be so lucky if it were once a week. It's usually multiple times a day. I suspect that it's a 2-year old thing, but it's also a Max thing. And Max things are not age specific. I just hope as he gets older, the things evolve into something less destructive and more agreeable. Or at the very least, he channels into something productive - like painting the house or mowing the lawn or building something. Woo-sah.
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