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.

Love Maxwell

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.

Love Maxwell

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.

Love Maxwell

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.

 Love Maxwell