We had Stef, Catherine, and Max over for dinner last weekend (we had yummy blackened salmon). Max & Maxwell are just beginning to play together. They chased each other around the apartment (it looked more like random running and laughing--neither knew who was chasing nor who was being chased).
Much to Catherine's chagrin, Max loved telling the story of how a bird pooped on Catherine's head. Max's version goes something like this: says "Mommy" as he points to his head then makes a farting noise with his mouth. I crack up every time he does it. Sorry Catherine. I know that it only encourages him.
Max & Maxwell playing with the "vintage" (read "old") garage
Max showing off his somersaulting skills
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