Max is the Bulldog mascot for Michael's preschool class, in stuffed animal form. He lives a very exciting life. Each weekend, he goes home with a different student and is charged with experiencing all kinds of shenanigans, which are to be documented and scrap-booked by Sunday evening in time for him to return to the classroom on Monday morning. Thank goodness we got him on a holiday weekend and have more time to try and live up to the sparkly-sticker-decorating-and-poem-writing pages from the other over-achieving households he has visited.
I'd say Max and Michael had a good time together. (And in case you're wondering, he smells like roses after all of his travels. His teacher must up-end a bottle of Lysol and Febreeze on him each week.)
We were the only group at the Posters of Paris exhibit toting around a life-sized stuffed dog, but no one seemed to bat an eye. Until Ella began tossing it in the air within a foot of a priceless Toulouse-Lautrec print, of course.
I think even baby Ella enjoyed her time at the museum.
If you've been following Wes on FaceBook, you know that the week-long project to put together the kids' playset is finally done. He had a somewhat nervous look on his face, watching the kids play for the first time. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the large amount of unused fasteners that were leftover.
Drew is suddenly very interested in my taking pictures of him so he can play in Lightroom!
More house progress to share. The floors have arrived and I cannot wait to see them go in.
The playroom is on it's way to white.
Along with the office.
One bathroom is tiled..two more to go.