Maxen Turns 5

Normalcy is snapping back quickly.

We got a sitter Friday night and went to a dive bar (Retro Junkie in Walnut Creek). Fireball was involved.
I joked on Twitter about the need for some overfunded startup to tackle the scheduling Tetris that comes with trying to book summer camps. Since nobody responded with “bitcoin fixes this” I presume it’s hopeless.
Maxen turns 5 today. Here’s to hoping the super-soaker event doesn’t turn into a super-spreader event.

When Zak turned 5 I wrote him a long letter that I will give him when he moves out one day. I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to write for Max lately. The nurses in the maternity ward warned us. The way he screamed when he was hungry was unusually intense based on the sample they had seen in SF baby factory known as CPMC.

Max is brooding and extremely hot-blooded. Nothing like his older brother or his parents. He keeps us all on our toes. He’s the family clown. He’s also the one to grab you around the neck at random, kiss you on the lips, and declare his love to you. I used the Chris Joke last year on Max’s birthday…I don’t know if we are saving college money or bail money.

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