In this picture,

Max is a dead ringer for my dad, Mr. Tom at a similar age.

Seriously, it's kind of freaky.

but when he smiles, he looks more like Jonathan I think


and always cute

On the nights that Jonathan puts Max to bed, the kiddo gets super smirky and pleased with himself.


Cute boys. One of whom is dissolving into giggles

is it pasta? does it have cheese? Or potatoes?

If so, Max'll eat it.






oh, hey, did someone say "cheese"?

Baby on a mission...


Check it out. RINGS!


Hey, didja see my RING!?


But how can anyone make a cranky face at the rings?


See? Check out the rings!


And voila. No more cranky face.


aww, tickles.


And smooches!

SMIRKY.


why am I grinning?


because I have RINGS!


NOMNOMNOM


(do those grins not kill with the cute?)

Oh sure, I may look all innocent.


And cute, don't forget cute.


Check it out--I have feet...


but ho, what's this?



FLING!


Ha ha ha, plastic lid. You will never defeat The Max!

Max really likes standing at the music table in the living room. And now we all know all the words to all the songs. In english and spanish.

picture time with mommy!


Max is dubious...

still playing catch up...

Max is now pretty close to walking, but back when we actually took these videos, he was just cruising around, looking for cats to torment

At the moment, Max is thisclose to actual walking, but a few months ago, he'd just figured out how to hang onto the coffee table and cruise around. Crawling, he'd mastered, but it had gotten to the point where we could just let him go around the living room like a little baby obstacle course.

See, this video: