::of disguises::

Our boys get up to some of the goofiest things sometimes. If Max is in a good mood when he gets home from school he'll summon Sandy back into his room and they'll be back there messing around and giggling and making me very nervous.
This particular day I think was taking advantage of the quiet(ish) time to do a little work. Then suddenly they popped out into the living room.


They were disguised as "weird guys". Max had redone both of their hair to look different than usual. He was dressed up as a sporty guy and Sandy was just a weird guy in Kris's nice sweater and his headlamp. (Or was he supposed to be Kris? Now suddenly I can't remember...)

They were pretty pleased with themselves, and of course I had to pretend not to recognize them.

Then they left again and a few minutes later reappeared as even different folks.

Look, it's Kris and Ginna!

The shirt of mine that Sandy is wearing is doing double duty as a Ginna shirt and dress for him--he kept spinning around to make it flare out.

They thought they were pretty funny, and truly, they were.
Silly silly boys.
And yes, I found my shirt all wadded up in a ball in the back of my closet later--along with all the other clothes they pulled down and decided not to use.
Oh well.

::preschool tough guy::

Sandy started preschool in early Jan, and was pretty darn excited about it. It's just a tiny little school at a little Lutheran church in town. A few of our friends have had kids there and liked it, so we decided to go with it. It's just two mornings a week. Anyway, we had visited there in the fall, and Sandy really liked the look of the place--all the toys and the playground outside. So he was pretty pumped up about going.
But the thing he was most pumped up about? His STAR WARS lunchbox. He felt like the oldest toughest guy ever, going to school just like Max and with a STAR WARS lunchbox.
I couldn't pick a single photo to leave out because these are all so funny. And not coached--please don't think I requested any of these faces, except maybe the last one. I kept asking for smiles. Haha, yeah right. Tough guys don't smile.



The tough guy effect is definitely heightened by the big red bump on his head from his toy accident a few days before.



And when I took him in he was just as happy as could be to go and hardly even said goodbye to me. It just took a week or two for him to decide he didn't want to go anymore and start the clingy crying thing. I think we're through that now--maybe.
He's just such a goofball. He makes us laugh all the time.

::mazzles the artist::

Max draws the best stuff. I'm going to have to sit down with his journal and take some selective photos of his little comics he puts in there, they're so cute and the little characters he makes have such great expressions.
Here are the Monster's University characters he drew for me for some reason. Yes they're adorable.
In December he actaully got to have a painting in a little show at a gallery way out in the middle of nowhere outside of Santa Fe. His art teacher is some sort of a patron at this gallery and so had an in. We had to pay a fee too of course. But it doesn't really matter. He was so excited to paint his piece and then to have it hanging!


It's the one above the ugly cats, of course.

Scott and Rick are his little characters that he likes to draw comics about--shades of Calvin & Hobbes of course. Like I say, I'll have to find some more stuff and post it here. The stuff is so cute and he's done pages and pages. We're very proud of him.