Yes Poppa...I did wake up at 645am!!
Wow, I was awake before Max y madre...score!! The only issue with a 645am wake up...getting the lil'man to take his siesta. But with the work of both his padres, it finally happened.
As for our morning...right into desayunos, and wow...the lil'man packs it away!!
Off for a nice prowl and a hola hola to the crusty hombre that is in charge of the taqueria stand. Max walks by, waves and says hola to this hombre, getting no response. Max then points and says "no amable", not friendly, and walks away. He left me in stitches!!
Home for leche and many attempts at a siesta, before finally Max just gave up and went to sleep.
Usual post siesta rutina for me...gym and then home to catch the familia having a swim and then onto casa clean up and then cooking la cena...hola hola to some good rib eyes!!
Post siesta and comida, the familia were going to take Max's bici to Sorianas, but made it as far as the guard's shack. Doph. They locked up the bici and then made the prowl.
Post Sorianas it was time for a long swim in the CP alberca, followed by leche and then onto la cena.
Good eats, dance party, tina time, the FT con Oma y Opa and then off to bed time. At 725pm, my turn is almost here...buen suerte Poppa.
Onto the fotos.
This is Max's new fiesta area. Today's pre-prowl fiesta included Max pulling up the silla to the blue bin, and then asking for his leche. Next time...Poppa needs to remember to pick up the bottle that Max leaves under the silla...oh Poppa.
Ask Max what kind of shorts y gorra he is wearing, and today he would say "militar".
Pensive Max as he decides which direction the Prowl will take us.
The happy Mayor.
Showing off the guns, muscles!!
How affectionate is the lil'man? Even the piña gets a besito y abrazo.
Max asked for a foto with the calabaza.
We spent 20 minutos playing in this caja de carton, Max's casa as he called it.
So hat do we do in the Oxxo, Mexico's 7-11...even though they do have 7-11's in at least DF's aeropuerto?
Rearranging the shelves!! We take the Pringles from one shelf...
And after much thinking, realizing that Pringles and leche would go well together, the chips end up on this shelf.
El Gato is getting the stare down from the lil'man.
And then a besito before we head out the door.
Off to the zocalo.
Casco on...check.
If looks could kill...we might have to tone down the potential road rage. Oh Max!!
Listo...ready to go.
But first, a foto of mi familia...Max almost looking into the lense.
Not much going on during my walk to el gimnasio. But...you better hurry as they are down to 3!!
The bici that never left the CP grounds. Oh Max!!
Off to the alberca where I find my lil'Cousteau.
Bajo del agua...to retrieve his dinosaur. I need to check...I thought it was "de baja del agua".
For you regular followers of the blog, you might recall that I am a Nascar fan, with no hints of being a true redneck. You may also recall that I am a regular follower of the A&E show Duck Dynasty...la noche del miercoles at 9pm Huatulco time.
Then I came upon THIS online article...is it a match made in heaven?
Banking update? I have not received the new money transfer from the landlord. Maybe esta noche...stay tuned!!
Oh, I followed up in regards to Bex's hernia. I was close, but it is NOT a zipper....duh. It is more like a zip-lock bag type of seal. This allows for the expansion of the muscles and her guts. Who knew?
Ok, you are all caught up. Have a great viernes!!
Hasta mañana.
Marco, Bexico y Max
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