Choo-Choo heaven...

Okay, when I'm not on the flying swings, or riding a horse, you can find me riding the choo-choo train at our local Farmer's Market. By the way, I don't work for the Farmer's Market --- though I should get something out of all this free publicity.

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A horse is a horse of course of course.

Sometimes when I get tired of the flying swings at the Farmer's Market my Dads let me ride the horses.

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P.S. If my Dads were any cooler they'd be Vanilla Ice.

Artsy Fartsy! My trip to the LACMA museum.

Okay, fine --- my Dads said it was too boring to actually go inside the museum. But they did take fun pictures of me outside.

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Always leave them wanting more...

That's what my Dads told me. Hence why I haven't updated my blog since October.  Well the good news is --- I'M BACK. That bad news? I'm going to bore the pants off of you with three months of ridiculously cute photos and videos.

First things first.  I asked my Dads if I can go on the flying swing ride at the Farmer's Market. They said "Only if you don't cry."  Well, I didn't cry. And it's since become my favorite thing to do every Sunday morning.

Here are just a few photos and videos from said amusement ride.

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So good. So messy.

What can I say, my Dads caved and let me have my first cupcake. See it all unfold below.

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Grandparents in da house!

My Mommom Brenda and Poppop Jules came over to see me a couple of weeks ago. We had a very good time. Not only did they bring me wooden learning puzzles, and take me to The Trails at Griffith Park --- but they also took me to Arts Deli for a little nosh. I tasted chopped liver, and enjoyed my first potato knish and a side of kugel.  Oy, I was so full... I ended up feeling a little verklempt.

It was a great weekend.

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P.S. More pictures to come!

Car-maggedon, my ass!

While everyone else stayed home this past weekend, my Dads braved "carmaggedon"and took me to the Petersen Automotive Museum across town. At first things weren't going very well because the guards wouldn't let me inside any of the antique cars (and when my Dads put me in them anyway, they threatened to go all "Ike Turner" on us).

Things quickly improved once we made it to the third floor --- it was all for kids! I got to play with hundreds of race cars, and even get behind the wheel of a few.

I nominate Papa and Dada for fathers of the year!

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Plains, trains and diaper changes.

I've said it before. I'll say it again. My Dads rock the casbah! Knowing how much I love all things trains, they took me to the vintage train museum (a.k.a. Travel Town) this past weekend. Not only did I get to explore the inside of old-fashion trains, I also got to ride in one too! As you can see below, I had a great time.

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Do you see the irony?

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Did you get a haircut? No, I got them all cut!

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Kenny G, junior.

When I grow up, I want to be just like my Poppy!

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Trophy Baby!

That's right. My Dads think I'm the perfect trophy baby. And to prove it, they put me on their trophy case.

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Two Men and a Grumpy.

This past Labor Day weekend my Dads took me to Muga and Papsi's beach house. They had this crazy idea that I would sleep well in a different environment — amateurs! I didn't sleep at all, but I did get to play in the sand and ride around on a tricycle.





My Dads thought the highlight of the holiday weekend was going to be when we rented a boat and took a ride down the harbor. Boy were they wrong. Sure, it was nice hanging out with my cousins Sam and Maisie on a boat, but they made me wear a super-uncomfortable life-vest that I kept trying to take off. The best part of the boat ride was when I got to steer the ship while sitting on uncle Drew's lap.









Being the captain of a ship is tiring. I slept the whole way home. And thankfully straight through the night.

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There's only one thing to do when it gets hot...

GO TO THE BEACH.

but there's only so much time I can play with sand.

So after the beach, my Dads took me to the Topanga Mall.

Why?

Because it's air conditioned. Duh.

Check out my first Merry-Go-Round ride with Papa.







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"Oy, the heat."

My Dads took me to a new park this past weekend. It happened to be the hottest day of the year. So, to cool off, I took a stroll in the 'tiny tot toddler pond' (their name, not mine).

As you can see, it was quite refreshing.









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I laugh. I swim. I jump. I throw. No biggie...

I'm apologizing on behalf of my Dads who have been so busy chasing me around, they've had no time to update my blog with all the latest examples of my cuteness.

Until now.

Check out these videos. Trust me, it'll be worth it.













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Life is a highway...

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American Graffiti

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Studying for my pre-school entrance exams...

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Did Max get a haircut? No, he got them all cut.

PRE-HAIRCUT



MID-HAIRCUT



POST-HAIRCUT



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"Nice melons, lady!"

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Max is a lover — not a fighter.

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Maxwell teaching Dada how to read a book.

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BREAKING NEWS: Boy speaks. Dads' hearts melt.

This morning when I walked my Dads to their cars, I waved and said...

"Ba. Wuv Ya."

(translation)
Goodbye. I love you.

Who would have thought three mispronounced syllables would make them so happy. Sheesh...



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