The Birds Are Singing, The Sky is Blue
Sometimes parenting doesn’t suck. Max turned 4 yesterday. It was a perfect day.

He got all the Power Rangers goodies (thanks Rogers Group!) he could handle. The cake from our Marble Slab Creamery was perfect. The friends, despite their lateness, were warm and entertaining (or was that the pina colada?).
And Max? I don’t like to jinx things, but he’s changing. He’s less whiny (a result I think of me telling him he couldn’t be 4 if he whined) and more polite. Like when I brought home Power Rangers decorations and he said thank you. And he’s sweet. I WANT to hang out with him a lot more (if not for those troublesome “uglytoys” with all the parts I can’t figure out).
Little Buddha moment: “What are you looking at, Max?”
“The sky. It’s so pretty. It looks quiet. There are no birds flying. They’re all sleeping.”
Man, I love this kid.

