Future career paths for Maya:
Therapist (Grief Counselor?)
Prior to Father's Day dinner, Maya breaks the news to 3 unfortunate lobsters that tonight is not their night . . . (while Parker looks on and thinks "Oh, I just can't bear to watch!")
Artist ExtraordinnaireWe did an art project for Dave's last day of school (it says "Happy Last Day of School, Daddy!"). Maya created a masterpiece, and then destroyed in, in true temperamental artist style.
We inherited a kitchen from Collin & Emerson, which works perfectly with the pots & pans that she got for her birthday and loves playing with.
Parker, it's story time. Listen up! (Just noticed that the book that she's reading--The Big Red Barn, a fave here---is upside down. Perhaps she wouldn't be the best librarian.)
(Side note: Parker loves that ramp. Loves. That. Ramp. Dave and I laugh every night, watching Parker's determination to nap at the top of the ramp. He climbs up, lays down . . . slides down. Huffs. Lays at the bottom of the ramp and sighs. After a few minutes, repeats the cycle. Over and over and over.)