Having paid for his pan, bread, Max is having a pensive moment...before racing out the door and sitting on the curb with his padre...to eat yummy pan!!
Onto the día...currently 830pm and the lil'man is asleep!! Long day for all as it was the wackiest of wacky nights, but we think we know why!!
A few days ago, our lil'man had chipmunk cheeks and we figured some molars were coming in. We now recall the last time Max had teeth coming in, he (and we) had a crappy sleep. How crappy was last night's sleep? Max was up with Bex from 245am until 345am and then with Bubba until 430am, when we finally fell asleep until 730am.
Happy for the sleep in...not the way we want to get it though. So tonight we have the niño Tylenol on standby, and if max wakes up and cannot fall asleep again...hola to the gotas!!!
So after the sleep in, it was off the the usual AM rutina...a great prowl, a HUGE desayunos and then off to the familia swim...where I cannot get enough of watching Max trying to swim, whether it be on his back or front.
A later siesta, but it was a long one and that helped Max make it through the day...hola to a prowl with madre, comida and then MORE fun at the playa!!
Me? Off to the gym and then home to find a way to hide Max's leche. Oh, my life is a busy one!! Today I threw him off the trail by sticking some bananas into toilet paper rolls...but he sniffed out the leche and after a big grin and a little "hee hee hee", off he went.
A good dinner, nice FT con "row row row you boat" Oma y Opa and then off to bed. And you are caught up!!
Off to the fotos!!
Have I ever introduced you to our neighbor? She lives above a cantina, across from the CP complex. A "larger" senora who rarely makes it downstairs, but has an ingenious way of having her tortillas delivered to her.
Having spotted the tortilla salesperson, she motions them over and then waits.
Down it goes.
And with a flick of the wrist...ta-da...tortillas!!
Meanwhile, SuperMax is stretching it out pre-AM patrol.
Then showing off the 5 pack to some senoritas.
And as we are about to leave the complex, time to make silly with Ricardo, who cannot pronounce the "X" in Max, and calls him Mac.
Hola to a few more senoritas.
Ooops, that was an hombre with long hair.
Sorry about that dude.
Just chilling at a comedor economico.
Into the tiangus, the side with all the indoor comedor economicos.
And after too many peeps called out his name and/or called him guero, SuperMax bolted back to his padre.
But...the way to SuperMax's corazón, heart, is through his stomach. This senorita was given the pleasure of a lap sit...all because she gave him a galleta, cookie.
Peeps LOVE to offer Max food, so we really need to keep an eye on what they are offering. Most times we tell them he cannot have what ever it is, as he needs to go home for a meal, desayunos o comida. But today, as we had just started our prowl, a small cookie was ok.
Outside the panificadora, SuperMax not only points to the delivery truck and says "pan", but he points to this taxi and says "cuesta menos" knowing it is Super Che.
SuperMax was super suave with his amigo, el Gato.
After patrolling the city, SuperMax drops his pants and cooks his desayunos!!
Tranquilo times in Huatulco, thus, not too many city fotos and some bad news for this hombre and his carretilla full of fruta for sale.
Misc
Bex has a SUPER new haircut...fotos to follow in the next few days. I love this cut, it is super short and is the same style she had as we prowled Paris, France and enjoyed $5 US cans of Coca Cola.
She was worried that it might be too short and make her look like a hombre...but naaaaah I said to her. So out she goes for a pre-comida prowl, off with Max to pick up some pollo at Poopy Loopy, and they run into Max's amigos, Raul y partner.
And after Raul makes mention about Bex's haircut, she shows him the doo, and without hesitation, he tells her in español, that she looks like a dude. Hilarious!!
More misc you ask? At the gym and I see some peeps gathered around the front counter, reading the local newspaper. I go up and see what is up and they show me pagina 16, which is usually reserved for pictures of dead people or criminals.
Who is on the back page? Cristian, the 23 year old hombre that used to work at the gym. Doph.
There are 2 fotos, one of him in handcuffs, getting a checkup from a doctor, and the other foto is a mug shot of him, with very red eyes. Now, it JUST dawned on me...I thought he had been crying before the foto was taken, but I did read that the cops knew where to find him because they followed the smell of marihuana!! Maybe he just needed visine?
The article mentioned something about riding a moto without the owner's permission, so I don't know if it was stolen or not. But I am sure it will cost him some big pesos to get out of this mess. Dope...oops...doph.
One last tid bit...the periodico said he has 2 aliases, one being La Rana, The Frog. Wonder why? Ribbit.
Hasta mañana amigos!!
Bubba, Bexico y Max
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