really, is there anything better?

first, he spots the kitty--poor Milo.


could it be? is it really true?


holy crap! MILO!


then, in a moment of daring, he almost touches the kitty!


and to top it all off, babycrack comes out!


with lights!


Oh, Max is pretty pleased by this course of events.

a few weeks ago, we were at ikea (mmm meatballs!), and couldn't resist the lure of the ikea kids department.

Thus Max's new gym thingie:


I like that we can add toys more easily than the fisher price one that he loves. Plus this is the perfect height for him to nom nom nom on the toys when he's sitting up in the bumpo




And they make neat clacky sounds. Oooh, clacky!


Thus his excited face:


and his "get offa mah toys!" face


(this may or may not have been directed at the cat, who was attracted by the clacky hanging things and darted out of the shot as soon as I took it)

Milo and Max have come to an understanding. Max will stare at the kitty, and in return, Milo will stay an arms length away, play with Max's toys and get the hell out of Dodge anytime Max starts wailing. It works well for both parties, I think.

And recently, there have been some newer developments. The occasionally petting of Milo with supervision!

Max is very excited:


Milo is a little wary.


Smart kitty.

And of course, Henry is still elusive. But then again, Henry's nuts.

hanging out. For the moment.




Note Max's natty overalls: