Lost and Found.

One of Erik's co-workers, with grown children, gave him a box full of her old "boy crap". I took one look at the box and rolled my eyes. Max took one look at the box and has been entertained for two days. Bless you, Erik's co-worker! Lego's, Star Wars, books, balls, army stuff, a punching ball, pictures, Lego's that were already built into ships, etc. Seriously, the best box of crap ever!

His favorite, hands down, is an airplane. It's about 8 inches, has wings and reads "Federal Express". He flew it all day yesterday. Then he lost it. We searched. And searched. And searched. We finally decided it flew away on it's own (to deliver packages?). He asked about it again this morning. So we searched. And searched. We searched the entire house, all cupboards, drawers, nooks, furniture. No airplane.

This afternoon, Max came running around the house yelling, "My foun it!" at the top of his lungs. Smiling from ear to ear."Mommy, my foun my eh-pane! Mommy!!!! Eh-paaaaaane!!!!!! My foun my eh-paneeeee!!!!Mooooommmyyyyy!!! My foun iiiiiittttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!"

Honestly, one of the best Mommy moments ever!

He sure did 'foun it'. Can you 'foun it'?

I even looked there, thinking I was silly because it would never fit in there. Especially with the door down (which it was before I took the photo). It fit in there with the wings still attached. What is with boys?

So, his nose. He feel at the park today, about 4 feet. He was climbing a ladder-type-thing, so brave. And he's done it a few times before. It was so sad. He cried and bled. Scratched up his nose and split his lip a little. But, he wanted to go home. Which meant the little girl following me around showing me her "tricks" every 30 seconds finally left me alone. It's her fault.

(Can I also blame her for Max drinking out of the puddle of water on the equipment? No? Didn't think so).