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this past Thursday afternoon, after a fun day at the pool and some yummy homemade ice cream cookie sandwiches, we stopped briefly at a playground while I was speaking to a dear friend of mine. The next thing I know, Maxwell is screaming his head off. Apparently, as he was at the top of the slide, a wasp came along and stung him on his lower eye lid. The wasp had impeccable aim.
It was Max's first time to be stung by anything, so as I waited to see if he would have an allergic reaction, I settled in with the fact that his eye/face was going to swell up like a balloon.
The only thing I could really do for it was to give him Benadryl every six hours and put a cold compress on it. The incident was untimely because Maxwell had been attending a camp all week called Summer Show Offs. They learned a musical review and Friday was their big performance. The picture above was taken Friday morning, so you can imagine Max's apprehension about performing given he could barely open his left eye.
He was a champ. I dropped him off at rehearsal and told him to walk confidently in and just tell people, "I got into a fight with a wasp, and the wasp won". I was and am so proud of him for pushing through it. Below are some pictures taken at the performance.
Max and his instructor for the week, JJ, to Max's right...
Maxwell, Peter and Pierce...
Ms. Jessie came to support Maxwell...
as did Hannah Banana
It was a wonderful day. As someone wise said to me at the start of the day. Life is about adversity and accepting that nothing ever goes as planned. It was a great teachable moment for Max, and I am proud of him for being courageous. Max made his momma proud.
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| Giants...Maxwell just wrapped up his Spring baseball season, a couple of weeks ago. It was a wonderful addition to our growing years of him playing, and this year they started kid pitching so it was a new adventure. Here are some photos from his second play off game.
Max gets to choose his jersey number each year. This year we were discussing which number he would be and we decided on the #13. I was diagnosed with cancer on Friday May 13th, 2005 and have done all I can to turn that perceived negative number, into a positive. So Maxwell playing as #13, only furthers that mission. He will play as #13 from here on out.
I look forward to many more team jerseys.
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| It all started when...
This is a short story written by Mad Max, I thought it too cute to keep to myself(I am holding true to his grammar and punctuation, for all those out there critiquing my writing :)
It all started when God said let there be light and it was so. But the thing the Bible does not include is when God said, Let there be humar (humor) and it was so when God made people and those people were clowns. Then God asked the clowns to make the children of the world happy and feel increabably (incredibly) awsome (awesome). Yes sir. said, the clowns. But sir whats a kid, said, one of the clowns. Suddenly, poof!!! Goo goo gaa gaa. This is a kid. Kind of small. said, one of the clowns. Yes but if you love it and nurcher (nurture) it will grow like this tree. So I decided to take him as my own. And named him Billy Bob Joe the Second. He is about four years old now and every time he opens his mouth people laff (laugh) and laff (laugh). Its night time and me and Billy Bob Joe sing our song called the fun song. F. is for friends who do stuff together. U. is for u and me. N. is for anywhere any time at all right here you and me. (a portion of this song was stolen from Sponge Bob Squarepants, sorry Spongebob). Sadley (sadly) Billy Bob Joe died at the age of six. Just joking he died at the age of 36 because of the Swin (Swine) Flue (Flu). And they lived.... Well forgot (forget) it. The End.
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| 4Maxwell and I are celebrating four years today since my cancer diagnosis. May we be blessed with many more to come!
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| Celebrating 9 Fab.u.lous years!!Maxwell turned nine on Sunday April 5th, we had a full weekend. My dad, sister Laynie, and nieces Cailee and Kennedi drove in from Texas to celebrate. On Max's actual birthday the 5th, my gift to him was a birthday party held at Pump It Up in Pelham. He had 38 friends come to celebrate, it was what I like to call, joyful choas.  The sweaty birthday boy! The party was Army themed. We had cupcakes, Max's cupcake in the picture was a special one just for him featuring an American flag and a fighter jet.
 The tower of cupcakes. The icing was camoflauge and each cupcake had a little plastic army man on it. My friend Jan Moon who owns Dream Cakes in Cahaba Heights, she made the cupcakes.
 Max coming down the inflatable slide upside down, with Jackson and Cailee. Pump It Up is an indoor facility filled with giant inflatables. The kids play for an hour and a half jumping, running, sliding. It's great fun for all.
 My Dad, me and my dear friend Ted. Ted drove from Huntsville for Max's birthday.
 The cupcake eating choas.
 The most recent addition to our family, my niece Kennedi.
 Maxwell and mom!
 The party was the best gift I could think to give Max. Time to celebrate him and the young man he is becoming, and for him to be surrounded by lots of people who love him. His last single digit birthday, my my... the days have passed quickly.
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