And sailed back over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day
into the night of his very own room
where he found his supper waiting for him
and it was still hot.

Goodbye to a cranky, awesome, amazing talent.

Our very own Max chose his bedtime book last night: Pierre: A Cautionary Tale. Smart kid.  I resisted putting him in his IN THE NIGHT KITCHEN shirt this morning, though. 

Max got his first haircut this weekend -- Jen found a neat kids-only haircut place called Snip-Its -- we went after lunch, shortly before naptime, and he handled things like a champ, no fussing at all.

Before -- a free-spirited mop for a free-spirited toddler:


In the chair ready to go -- check out those curls!


After -- free lollipop for a suddenly clean-cut young man:


The day after -- looks so much older for some reason:

(And on a separate topic, check out the stickers on his shirt...)

sadly, the last week of the regular Max and friends photos...




and this photo pretty much illustrates why:

TOO MOBILE. Guess who's a toddler now?

This one KILLS me

"he's a lumberjack and he's ok..."

That is in fact a Where the Wild Things are t-shirt

Tubby time!

Yes, he is holding a fake cell phone. He likes to call Daddy on it.

God only knows what he'd spilled on his shirt


SO MAD! BABY HULK SMASH!


know what brings Baby Hulk back down to calm? Picking at the monkey's nose.

Overalls!