Stylin'

Airplanes!

The routine.

A day at the beach.

Smile.

Mom's pick.

WV throne.

Max has learned that the easiest way to not fall on ones head while walking is to have someone pull you around in a wagon.

I'm 1 and I can walk.

We have a walker. He still appears a bit drunk as he makes his way around the room but he is doing it. Look out, here comes trouble.

The party invite.

And so begins the first of many battles. Who will lay claim to the day, APRIL 24th. Uncontested for many years, Mark is facing some stiff competition. The seasoned veteran and old fan favorite might have a tough time hanging on to his 35–0 title. Max, the new kid on the block, comes in at a modest 25 lbs. with an arm reach of 11 in. But don’t let his physical limitations and lack of experience fool you. As his ever-growing fan base will tell you, he just has that special something. And they might just be able to carry him to a victory. Whatever the outcome, it should make for a good time. Please join us for lunch and a low-key celebration in honor of Mark and Max’s birthday.

Curly.

Dad's choice.

Dad loves this shot, I'm seeing a little resemblance to Jabba the Hutt.

Out for the count.

Do, Rae, Me, Fa, So, La, Ti!

Max & Digby.

How does Max feel about this new addition to our family? His expression says it all.

The many faces of Max.

A little light reading.

4 Teeth.

Bottom Teeth.

Top Teeth.

Walking, talking and waving.

Crawling.

8 months old, 4 teeth.

First Christmas.

Max vs. Brayden

Check me out.

7.5 months old, sitting up, hanging out and happy! If you look closely you can see how Max's finger and thumb seem to be merged as one. He hasn't quite figured out how to use them independently. But, he does enjoy spending lots of time watching his hands, moving them around and trying to figure it out.

I got my first tooth today!

My trick pony.

First Halloween.

I'm a Bat.

No wait, I'm a Pumpkin!

My Daddy is Funny.

A day in the park.

5.5 months and eating.

Max is now getting an occasional taste of rice cereal but, he seems to prefer the taste of his hands.

Tummy time.

My fingers taste good.

Max hit the 4 month mark and boy do those fingers taste good. If his fingers aren't in his mouth, they're hanging on to his feet while he puckers his mouth and blows bubbles.

Surfin'

Max took a spin on his new car seat. He's ready to hang with his uncle Cyrus.

Frogbaby.

Playing at 3 months.

Max can now spend hours playing and laughing at himself in a mirror. He flails his arms and legs with great force and squeals with delight. It is definitely helping mom out that he doesn't need to be carried around all of the time!

Axel and Max.

A visit with Stacey and Axel in Warrenton.

Pudgy man.

Transformation into a pretty happy baby has come with the addition of a few lbs.

Mr. Fussy Pants.

We had a lot of this the first couple months.

Going for a walk.

Week 6-7.

The smiles are coming and boy are they infectious.

I've got my eye on you Dan.

The crime fighter.