Faces of Max

Mr. Max is just three months shy of turning three. I'm not really sure where those three years went, but man, is his personality just bursting out of the little dude now! I'm always being demanded to "take pitcher Macky, Mom!" and this face is what usually results:

He absolutely adores spending time with other boys, as he gets enough girliness in each day to last a lifetime.

Here we are, trying something new.

The little stinker likes to run away when I call him. Such was the case right before this photo, and he stops for a split second for me to snap it.

Aaand, this is how we know Max is tired. The classic rub-the-hand-on-the-ear pose.