the fairy festival

ahhh...the fairy festival, every 3 year old girls dream. Imagine 100 little girls all in wings and flowing pink dresses.









































































After a negotiation about putting clothes back on after a trip to the potty we settled on 'ok, tutu and no skirt, but you have to wear a hat'. Nice look Z.




































Daddy likes his little fairy girl.













Max could care less about stinkin' fairies...he was really into the little league game next door.















...and climbing the fence at our local reservoir for a little swim























Zadie reading to Max

































cool bike, no?

end of an era

It's officially the end of an era: Bowers Bakery (our 3x week breakfast stop located directly across the street) has closed it's doors after 30 yrs of business. Max is quite bummed.






























Max has no inhibitions what so ever. While watching a juggler, Max invited himself to be part of the act and climbed up on stage all by himself. He does not get that from me!












max holding a knitting needle while balancing a spinning ball.

















It's Springtime here in Portland.