::a leftover extra::

I just found this video I forgot to stick in one of the Disney World posts. (Hah, "stick"! You'll get that joke later.)
It's too good to leave out, so enjoy all 23 seconds please.
Kris is quite the long suffering dad.

::before & after::

Here is Max's cute little face and smile before he went to the daddy dentist.

Mr daddy dentist wasn't pleased with the situation going on with Max's maxillary teeth. He had two loose teeth on top--his remaining front baby tooth, and one of the ones on the side.
Dad doesn't want grown-up teeth coming in crooked because they have to get around loose baby teeth that boys are just too lazy to pull out by themselves.
So he gave Max some time to pull them out himself, and when he didn't, into the office we took him.

He was excited to get "sleepy teeth"--that is, until the needles came out. There was a good amount of screaming from the operatory. The front desk ladies that love Max were cringing and hoping he was ok. When I went in there every dental assistant in the place was patting some part of Max and telling him he was ok. He also already had about three of our reward toys. Is this boy spoiled or what?

He survived the tooth pulling, though he didn't think he would.
And here's the result.

He looks like a ridiculous halloween pumpkin, especially with that great big monster front tooth in there all by itself (he gets those huge serrated front teeth from me for sure.)
He likes having lots of windows for his tongue to peek out of.
I hope his teeth come soon.
He just looks like such a goof. A cute goof, but a goof. But then again, when you're a goof how can you help looking like one?

::mowing buddies::

The real purpose of the bubble mower is so that the son can feel cool and helpful to the father during mowing time.
I can't resist posting this old picture of my brother Cammon and my dad.

Cammon looks so businesslike and serious, doesn't he?
As does Max:

Obviously working way way hard.



And very proud of himself. I think it's adorable.

The mower we have is an old one from my parents. At one point we had 3 or 4 (? I think it was three...) mowers, and we would all mow at the same time. For those of you that haven't been to my parent's house, the yard is really big--two big lots worth. So 3 of us would mow at once and it would still take us a while.
We must've named the mowers at some point, and dad wrote their names on the front of them. So when Kris and I moved to Missouri and had a yard that would need mowing we got to take one with us. I picked my favorite, which was "Blue Sky."
Blue Sky almost didn't start--we hadn't used him for over a year. But after some serious coaxing, and warming up, he fired right up.

When Max realized he was named, it was all over.



Blue Sky, meet Bubble Sky.
Cammon, Char, Dad, Mom--does anybody remember the other mowers' names?

::Oh Yum::

Guess what?

My dad came to visit me and he got us a bread machine! Yipee Yipee!
It smells so good in my house now. And the bread is delicious. My dad is like the bread expert. He's been making delicious bread with his machines for a long time, so he's pretty much the master.

Here's a dorky picture of me with the delicious crusty bread.

Ok, don't look at me, just look at the bread!

If you come over you can have some warm bread with butter and jam, or honey, whatever you like.
Thanks Dad! And we're loving having him here for other reasons besides fresh bread too. I'm sure I'll have more to post later.