Our little Max turned 8 in December. Unbelievable because I can so very clearly remember the events surrounding his birth and adoption. How can that sweet little baby boy be 8 years old? I kinda need the universe to slow down sometimes. So Max at 8-years-old: Loves pizza, cheese quesadillas, tacos and milk. Not a big fan of sugar. Loves to share with his mom. He has been known to dig a gummy bear out of his jeans pocket after school that he had been saving to share with me. Cute and gross all at the same time. Will deny it, but loves to read. The Diary of a Wimpy Kid series is his fave right now. Takes gymnastics and rocks at it. Just started basketball agian (second year playing). Takes intermittent piano lessons from his mom. Plays with legos and never stops playing with his DSi. Is a math whiz and this morning in the car on the way to school, admitted to liking science. His favorite colors are green and green and green. We certainly have our battles with this kid, but are continually amazed that this miracle baby ended up in our family. We love you, Max!
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Congrats Max! I can't believe he's 8 either!!!
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