::bike man::

Kris has been trying to teach Max to ride his bike without training wheels. At first it was a huge ordeal. Max cried and cried. He just wanted his training wheels back!
But then Kris somehow convinced him that it was super duper cool to ride like dad. And so Max gave it a try. Before this trip he's practiced twice, and he's started to really get the hang of it.

There he goes!

Yikes! He's getting good at swerving, that's for sure.

At our dog park they have this long strip of softish pavement that I think is used for long jump or something. It's perfect for Max to practice riding on. Especially since this day we forgot his helmet, jeeps creeps! That's not a mistake we like to make.

Kris is like "Don't forget to USE YOUR BRAKES!" That's Max's biggest challenge. He forgets about his brakes, takes his feet off the pedals and drags them along the ground to stop. It's not very efficient, and makes for some rather spectacular wipe-outs.

Sultan likes to run alongside--or more usually in front.  See him there just barely in the left of the above photo?  That's made for some pretty good wipe-outs too. He likes to make sure Max is ok, but I don't think he understands that he stresses Max out more than otherwise. But that's ok. He's just a nice and silly dog.

But sometimes it's hard to stick with the practicing.

"Um, Max? We're not here to ride up and down this strip by ourselves!"

And whoever else is there usually feels the need to run alongside too--just like Sul. The other day when we had Max out practicing I raced the boy up and down that strip for what felt like hours. Finally I got tired and Max said that I ran out of "juice."
Luckily as Max says, Grandpa NEVER runs out of juice.





Grandpa didn't run out of juice.  He's tough.  Max is having a great time. He's very proud of himself when he can make it all the way down to the end.

It's about right here he starts to get worried. He's trying to remember how to stop.
By the time we left he was stopping pretty well. So well in fact that I didn't even get a picture of a crash. I'm glad he wasn't crashing anymore, but I'm seriously bummed I didn't get any good action shots.

To finish up Kris rode a couple of races against the bike man.

It was a good day for bike riding. Pretty soon he's going to be riding everywhere, all on his own! And we've found a few places around here that are actually conducive to a small cute boy riding around. It's hard, being in the middle of the city, but we're going to make it work.

::more new car::

So here are a couple of fun new car pictures from today. We're glad to be back in a set of wheels that we own.

It's cute. We still love and miss our awesome red land grover, but this subaru is going to do us very well I think. And it's going to save us money. And right now, saving money is really really good.
Sultan is really glad he can ride in the car again. He was sad the whole time we had the rental car because there was no room for him.

He's got his groove back now.

And it's about time we have a car with a good solid bike rack on top of it, right?

My mom took this picture today out in the "woods" which are in a beautiful old cemetery near our house.

Really the only thing I care about in a car is keeping my friends safe. And these little subarus are supposed to be nice and safe. That makes me happy.
Because this face is the most important.

::my mummy::

So my parents are here, as I mentioned below. I've been busy driving around and having fun and haven't had much time to blog. BUT my mom has been doing a good job. So if you want to see a little of our life here through my mom's eyes check out a few of the recent entries here.
Just be sure to ignore any pictures of me that might have turned out, how you say, ugly.
Enjoy. My mom has a way with words. And pictures.

::grandparents::

My parents flew in yesterday for a week long visit.
So far we've had a great time, doing lots of fun grandparenty type things.



I'll have more to report later.

::ballet class::

As some of you know, Max is in a ballet class right now. There's a ballet academy about 4 blocks down from our house. It's really close and easy to walk to, and so when I found out that they offered a class for 4 and 5 year olds we decided to try it.

The last class of each term is "observation week" where everybody can come and watch class and enjoy the compete silliness/chaos that is a class full of small children, mostly in tutus.

So of course I brought my camera!

Max was pretty excited that I was there to watch and didn't want to pay attention to the teacher.

Finally he got to stretching.



He's not the most flexible guy you'll ever meet, but he tries.



Watching his attempts to do these stretches was pretty hilarious and definitely entertaining. It wasn't just him though--check out the little girl in blue back by the teacher.

He calls this one the "sideways H." I think he's pretty good at it.

Not exactly sure what's going on here, but it's fun.


Then they lined up to do some skipping. Well it's a sort of a line anyway.

Max's skipping was as if he was pretending to be an elephant. The floor almost shook as he skipped by. You can see in the picture how flat his feet were as he went by. It was hilarious.

Then they did some sort of goofy thing like musical chairs but with hula hoops on the floor. They all ended up in one great big one. It was all happy until one little girl put her fingers under the hoop and another little girl stomped on the hoop for a while.
And yes, there is another little boy in his class. Somehow.

They ended up by pretending to be animals or something with little headbands. Luckily Max got to be a frog rather than a fairy princess. He did a great job leaping across the floor. I was proud of my little frog.

::a little light play::

The other day when we were taking pictures of our jack o lanterns we thought we could also have some fun playing with glowsticks and the camera.

I had some bracelets left over from our halloween party that I had saved just for this purpose.

So check it out. I think these are fun!





Yeah, these would've been better NOT in front of the outside door, but that's ok.
I like how Max has the sticks in his ears.

These are my favorites:



Fun, right?

::for rachel part 2::

Remember my friend Rachel who was in the hospital? Well she's out and at home and doing much better I hear! But she says she's been enjoying my fall foliage fotos, and since I can't stop myself from taking them, like ALL the time here are some more fun ones, just for her--and you too if you want to look.

Lately if I leave the house without the camera I really regret it. And if I have it I just can't stop taking pictures. It's fun. Soon enough the trees will be all bare and I'll really miss the leaves. So I'm enjoying them while I can.


The tree a couple of doors down.

The contrast of green and yellow is really fun.



Look familiar? It's the header right now. This is just some little bush. Who knew it was going to turn into a rainbow.

Here's that dark black trunk against gorgeous gold that I love again. I could look at it all day.

I love this one. That's about all I can say for it. Except that I walked by this tree today and realized most of the leaves were gone. Then I almost cried. I miss them.

This last one is a tree right by Max's school. I have no idea what the berries are, but they're beautiful. And the leaves, I love them for being so colorful.
Sending fall love to Rachel from the good old north east!

::rugby--what the heck?::

What the heck is this weird sport called rugby?
The other day when we were on a walk we stopped at the rugby field by the gross dog park. Brown was playing against some other team, and so we stopped to watch for a while.

It was pretty fascinating. I've never seen a sport quite like it. Maybe everybody else already knows about this except for me, but I was really confused watching them play.
It's like a strange combination of football, soccer and cheerleading. They can kick the ball and grab the ball with their hands. They run with it and can throw it to other people. They also tackle each other, brain each other, and have no problem kicking other people's legs out from under them.
It seems pretty cut-throat and violent. And makes no sense.

It was kind of like watching old fashioned football--you know when all the guys pile on top of each other into a big pile? They did that sometimes.


And then they'd get together in a big weird linking wrestling kind of stance, and run/shuffle across the field together. That was really weird.

Like this. I mean, why? Can anybody explain this to me?

We saw several guys get hit right in the face with the ball as somebody kicked it out of a huddle. We also saw people get kicked in various parts of the body. We saw at least two live bloody noses and lots of other guys nursing injuries. We also saw somebody run off and puke in a trash can. So gross.

Here's some guy kicking another guy's legs out from under him. This is a maneuver that I think in soccer would get you kicked completely out of the game. But not rugby! After he did this everybody cheered!

And to top it all off, the weirdest thing ever was that they would stack themselves up like cheerleaders or something to try to catch the ball somebody was throwing in from out of bounds.

What?!? So weird.

New Wheels

As you know, we had to get another car. So, here it is:

It looks a lot like this:

or this:

Remember this car?
It's kind of funny to keep buying the same cars--it makes me feel like an old man, stuck in his ways. I'm sure Ginna will post details and real pictures (not taken on a cell phone) after we pick it up on Monday.
But the best part is that the dealership will register it at the horrible rhode island dmv for us!