We seem to take pictures every time Max eats ice cream. Why is that? Is it the inevitable messiness of the affair? Is it the funny expressions due to the coldness? Is it his announcement "cold" after every bite?
Laurie, this picture is for you. He finally grew into the Harley hat!
Notice that I labeled that pic "Max playing in the park." Max does not touch the playground equipment anymore. He may go into the sandpit but only to walk around the perimeter on the rock walls. Otherwise, we wander to the pond to watch the ducks, search for pine cones to throw into the pond, balance on the barriers between the park and the road, generally play around the edge of the park near the parked cars, and wander, wander, wander. I watch enviously at the parents who sit around the perimeter of the playground conversing with each other. I hope this wandering is the early sign of a great character trait that will emerge in Max's adulthood. Wishful thinking?!