May Days

Miles fell down the stairs 2 weeks ago and broke his arm. It was quite traumatic but he was very brave and has been managing beautifully with his cast. He had a check-up this past week and chose black for his new cast cover (the original was blue). He'll have to wear the cast for 4 more weeks and a brace after that.

Miles and his classmates were presented with Gold Medals for reading lots of books this year



Miles and some school friends


We spent a very enjoyable 5 days in Tucson with Grandma & Grandpa Mann and Uncle Jeff. Max went "binky-free" and has been "de-binkified" since then! On the trip he was climbing in and out of his PacknPlay and has now started climbing out of his crib at home.

Miles & Max Bayern Munich Fans

Nature Observatory Visit

Some Random Pics

Look at Max's curly hair

Action Videos

Miles Plays Soccer



Max Rides his Trike

Miles the Writer

A Short Collection of Poems written by Miles Pulvers, age 5.75

Crawl

The bug crawls up
The bug flies down
The bug looks out
The bug looks down and all around

Swim Fishie Swim

Swim swim swim
Get back to your house
Your food is waiting
Not a doubt
Will you come or not?
It is time to go
See you next time, goodebye!

Crocodile Bath

Crocodile swims
Crocodile sighs
Crocodile goes

Buffaloes Breakfast

Charge charge
Here he comes
The buffalo waits
But now it is empty
But he asks for more
He will not stop, will he?

Jump In

The lilipads
Hop hop hop
Splash splash splash
A rock plops in
The frog jumps in
Splash splash
They plunge right down
He looks on the newspaper at his house
It is a great newspaper
It says the new sheriff in town
It will never stop the newspaper from going down down down
Quicksand is hard
But the frog jumps over
The rock sinks
Seaweed sways
And the beavers all go into their house
Logs roll
The wind rustles
The leaves blow
The branches sway
A fly comes
The spider gets it
Sun goes down
Moon rise
Bybe bye frog, see you next time
He goes to bed
He wakes up at 3:00 and he plays a game that says, pick me pick me!
That character is hard to beat
It's wintertime
You must wake up
Don't be late for Christmas cookies
For Christmas school will never have an end
The clock says don't wake up
It's morning
Not yet
The sun set
Spiderweb