While visiting my parents, we took a walk to downtown Annapolis, a town with a bunch of cute shops, big boats, and lots and lots of tourists. The Bumbleride Flyer stroller my folks got Max performed admirably. We ultimately stopped off at a little park at the end of the city dock, and got some great family photos.

Here are three generations of Bellack men:


And the full suite of grandparents, parents, and Maxes:


In this latter photo Max's gaze askance reveals a precocious ennui that is rueful, nostalgic, and reminiscent of Proust at his most evocative. Or maybe he's just tired and peed his pants. That's the thing with babies, you just never know.