THE BIG 3.

Well, it's official — I'm three years old. Here's my new 3-year old pre-school photo.

And what a celebration my 3rd birthday was… an endless stream of parties.

It all started when my grandparents came all the way from Philadelphia to be there for my big day.  I was so excited, I had to blow off some steam.  See below.

First, Poppy and me did some catching up.

Then came my big birthday party at MyGym. All my friends were there. We partied like it was 1999 (does that reference even make sense anymore?) Everyone loved the Garbage Truck-themed event my Dads put together. Check out some pics and video below.

                                         

Next up was my birthday celebration at pre-school. My Dada, Papa, Mommom Helene and Poppy surprised everyone with green cupcakes.

But alas, all good things must come to an end. My birthday is over. My family has flown back to Philadelphia and all I'm left with is fond memories (and a zillion new trucks!)  Thank you everyone for the kick-ass birthday presents. I especially love my big garbage truck, my new comfy bedding, and all the great clothes (especially my "Blackstone Garbage Truck" sweatshirt my friend Sky's father, Harold, made me).

I'm one lucky little dude.

Love Maxwell

Sweet November.

With my 3rd Birthday right around the corner, I thought it would be a good time to update you on how things are going.

First off, ever since my Dads built me my very own bathroom right next to my bedroom, they've been trying to enforce a "using the potty" rule. Totes annoying. Like, why would I want to get out of bed if I can stay warm and pee in my cozy diaper? I just don't get the upside.  Here's the deal. I'm totally cool peeing in the potty — but #2, nah, not quite ready for that. Deal with it. But as you can see by this photo, I am loving the whole "wash my hands" thing.

Also, I'm in a big-boy bed now.  My Dads were so worried about the transition... but it's been going well. Probably because I haven't figured out that I can leave my room whenever I want.  We'll see how things progress.

Lets see, what else... I went to a fun birthday party last week for my friend Chase. We took a group photo together. I'm the cute, well-behaved one... second row on the right.

My Dads took me to a store and told me I could get anything I wanted. I thought how generous. I wonder what the sign outside stood for. It said "EVERYTHING'S A DOLLAR." Regardless, I loved my rocket launcher. See for yourself.

Not much else new to report.  I did wake my Dads up at 5am the other day. I was just lying in my bed thinking, I'd really like a donut. So I screamed for them to come get me. And I flat out told them "I want a donut."  Who has the energy to argue with me at 5am. Not these guys!

Love Maxwell

Trick-or-Treat Xs 4?

This year I couldn't decide what I wanted to be for Halloween. One day I wanted to be a fireman (so my Dads bought me that costume), the next day I wanted to be a real truck (so my Dads bought that too).  Then, once Halloween came around, I decided the material on the costumes were too itchy. So I said I wanted to wear my own clothes. My Dads improvised. Check it out.

As you can see, my Dads did pretty good. I wore my comfy black sweats to be a cat at my pre-school party and then wore my Batman pajamas to go trick-or-treating with my Dads. I gotta admit, I am one lucky fireman/truck/cat/superhero!  

Love Maxwell

Parental guidance in full effect.

Guess who paid me a visit last weekend.  No, not Dora.  Even better  — my Grandparents! Mommom and Poppop came by for an early birthday celebration. And take note everyone — the birthday gift bar has been set very high! Check out the awesome garbage truck they bought me. I'm pretty obsessed —  in fact, my dads think I need a garbage truck intervention.  

 

And what would be a proper visit without a little singing and dancing.

Thanks, guys. Can't wait to see you again soon.  

Love Maxwell

Jimi Hendrix better watch his back!

Love Maxwell

Hanging with Harry.

Love Maxwell

If you've seen one patch, you haven't seen them all...

My poor Dads. I dragged them to not one, not two, not three, but four pumpkin patches this season. But don't feel too bad for them, cause it also meant copious amounts of Pumpkin Pie!

Love Maxwell