In case you are wondering

The chickens are still alive and producing that is unless they continue to escape and pull these types of shenanigans.

Eggs in the window wells or bushes is cute and a fun easter egg hunt, eggs in the stroller will eventually lead to poop in the stroller and then they are headed down the same road of no return as Littlefoot. 

Laundry and band-aids, band-aids and laundry

Max blows through bandaids as often as he changes clothes.  Which is multiple times a day.  Sleeves get wet whilst washing hands, new shirt please.  A couple drops of milk dribbled off his chin onto his pants, pants are off in the blink of any eye.  Pirates on the brain or batman or superman, must change into pirate or batman or superman underwear immediately!  And so it is with bandaids.  Scrapes, bruises, hangnails, and most recently a nostril that was hurting him in his sleep.  He could not resume sleeping until a bandaid was securely placed over both holes.

Max Quote of the Day:
I was telling Max how lucky I was to have him and Zannah and Metta.  He replied, "Yeah, let's keep each other forever."

That's a deal Max-aroni cheesecake.  (Zannah calls him that and it cracks me up.)

7 Months

Oh Met.  We just can't get enough of her, specifically her deep, raspy voice, big eyes, cute giggle, the way she uses her feet as her second hands, clapping them together, sucking on her toes, heck, I've even seen her try to pick up a toys using her feet.  She is rolling over, but never stays on her stomach for more than a full second, she still really hates that position.  Loves the water.  Eats baby food like a champ. Her first two teeth just broke through on the bottom.  If she is sitting on your lap, she occasionally looks up to see if you are still there or reaches up with her hand and strokes your cheek.  Has some serious stranger anxiety going on. Likes to have me in sight if she isn't in my arms, and we all know I love that fact.  Another fact is babies don't keep, so I'm going to keep her on my hip as long as I can.

Still 95% in height and 10% in weight (she is weighing in at a whopping 14.2 lbs) and still getting mauled each and every day by Zannah and Max. Like not-safe-alone-with-Max-ever type mauling.  He kisses and squeezes and pats and slaps and licks and blows raspberries and throws balls to her, that type of mauling.  A big reason why she can't ever leave my hip.

Money Talks

Zannah is getting a grasp on the whole money buys you cool things at the dollar store concept.  She asks to do extra chores to earn moola which is quickly spent on gumballs, stickers and cheap plastic toys.

Marcus honed in on this fact and made a deal with Zannah that if she can go 7 nights in a row with a dry pull-up he will give her 10 bucks. Z must have been dreaming of how far a ten dollar bill can go in the dollar store because she woke up last night on her own to use the bathroom for the first time ever.