Buenos tardes!! That was smiling Max, ayer, at playa Entrega.
The familia is away at another, yes another, play date, so I take this time to jot down a few notes. The casa is clean and ready for la cena and the PM rutina...on we go.
A good sleep, the usual few wake ups...and lately a lot of talking in the sleep. Max even talks during his siesta!!
Awake at 620am...thrilled that this has become the new norm. Phew...just in time. Now, if we could only get the bed time ritual down quicker!!
Last night I read to Max, but only if he kept his ojos closed, thinking this would help lull him to sleep. Ahhhhh, no. It took another 40 minutos after that before he finally decided he had kept me waiting long enough.
Why does it take 90 minutos for him to fall asleep? Hmmmm?
Videos, tranquilo time and then onto breakfast, where Max decided that today was the día to try and push the boundaries of what he is allowed to do, as well as to try and push every one of his Poppa's buttons.
He is just a niño, he is just a niño, he is just a niño....
Because he does not pay attention, a hand covered in maple syrup, should not have surprised me...but hello? A full hand onto the plato with pan frances on it?
Clean up and then onto Sorianas. No scores, but Poppa came back with a headache...named Max. I was looking into the meat department coolers, stand up coolers with glass doors, when Max decides to wail on one and get it open. Yes, it would be the one that was in front of me...bang.
There was the escape of one palabra mala, and then some tears, but when I stopped crying, the boys hugged it out and discussed the concept of "asking"...for the 1000th time. Oh Max.
Loaded up and headed home, where Max promptly banged his head on the open car door. Karma...at his age?
Some tears, a hug from his madre and they were off to the CP alberca while Poppa dropped off the groceries and put away the perishables. In this heat..."stuff" grows quickly.
Off to join the familia for a swim and then upstairs we went...time for libros y leche. We scored with a 1130am sleep (good work madre) and after 90 minutos on the nose...Max was up.
Comida and then the familia went for a centro prowl and onto the play date, a pool session at someones casa.
Me? Eats and then I walked through the heat to el gimnasio. A good session and I can feel the energy returning, even in the 45,0 grado heat!!
On my walk to el gimnasio, I chatted up my amigos and Raphael the mecanico was actually working around the corner, literally, from where mi amigo was killed. The vibe on the calle is that it was not mafia o narcos, but that this hombre was from Oaxaca City and that his familia and another familia had some issues, and it was time to settle the score. Muy triste.
Due to the head bonking that had occurred today, Max decided to take no chances.
Salchicha de pavo pit stop.
More fotos from playa Entrega...gracias madre!!
A very dangerous wall...deep ravine on other side. But in the trees is also where Tommy, the tejón, lives. Super friendly...eats out of peoples hands. Wacky.
Here, Max looks for his amigo, Tommy.
Selfie.
Max swimming away as fast as he can?
Spot the guero!!
Paleta?
Going....
...going...
...gone?
Naaaah. All good.
Max y amigo...whose parents ignored any attempt Bex made at being amable with them.
Typical afternoon skies for early mayo...clouds over the montañas and some haziness. We even had some thunder.
Found a few other fotos while clearing out the crappy Sony DSC W730.
Max at the palacio.
And post comida, Max helping clean up.
Ok, you are all caught up. Dark clouds and some thunder....ooooooh.
We are going to PVR the race and head to playa Mojon on domingo!! Score!!
Have a great weekend y hasta mañana.
Marco, Bexico y Max
