Max and Kira are in the holiday spirit, but with both of them waking up all night long, how is Santa ever going to sneak any gifts in their house?
Staying hydrated at daddy's game. Max's water bottle got left in the car; luckily someone is related to the coach, so he can tap into the team's water cooler.
Overtime = an extra slice of pizza. And an insanely late bedtime. Of course, Max was not the least bit sleepy when we got home at 8:45pm. In fact, he was eager to show off some new moves he picked up at the game, on his home court.
Max likes to watch daddy coach as much as he likes to watch the players play.
Is Kira watching? Nope. She slept the entire (one hour!) car ride to the game until we got home. Max was the opposite. Not only was he awake the whole time, but he talked the whole car ride there and back. He also kept asking mommy to, "go faster!" When he was told we would be at the game in "six minutes", he thought mommy said a bad word. After being assured that "six" is just a number, he said, "oh, there it is!," and pointed to a random street sign marked "600". There it is, indeed.
