Write a four line poem about: teeth.
In honor of Miles going through teething hell at the moment.
Went for a family walk (me, and Kat), bike ride (Max), and stroller ride (Miles) down by the lake in town this morning. Max did really well and got lots of praise for his helmet.
Some friends were doing a yard sale today and Kat found out this morning that they were selling a toddler basketball hoop stand thing. We've been looking for one for a while, so I swung by this afternoon to pick it up.
Max spent the rest of the day alternating between playing basketball and riding his bike.
I think we can lay off the whole "getting him stuff" thing until his birthday now.
They tell me that they're coming,
That my first will be here soon.
Well it better hurry up,
Cuz it feels as big as the moon...