Six months has come and gone -- where does the time go? These days, at the ripe old age of six and a half months, Max is trying to get into everything! Just today, he practically crawled out of his bathtub and when Erik wouldn't let him do that, he took a nose dive into the water just so he could bite his ducky. Was he upset about water going up his nose and getting all wet? Absolutely not! He wanted to splash around some more. And so begins a dangerous trend with our little Max man. In fact, in addition to attempting to drown himself or hit his head on the tub while falling out of his baby bath, there are other things that are not good for his wellbeing that he absolutely loves to do --like fall asleep with something covering his entire face, play with anything that crinkles like helium balloons and plastic bags, and wake up at 5:30 am every morning and only have sleep deprived zombies (what Erik and I are before 6am) to watch over him.

(A few recent shots -- Max in his bday suit, sleeping with his lovey over his face, out at Viva Vienna with Mom and trying to steal Uncle Derek's lemonade later that day)
Aside from being a little dare devil who lives on the edge, he's right about average as far as height, weight and head circumference, coming in around the 75th percentile for height and HC and 65th percentile for weight. All I know is that this little guy is getting a bit heavy (over 18 lbs now!) and walking around holding him is starting to qualify as "working out" ;) In fact, I'm starting to integrate Max into my calisthenics every day in hopes to really tone and sculpt some nice Mom arms.














