Peace out, womb!

Well, here I am. The name is Maxwell. But my friends call me Max.  I was born on Thursday, November 18th at 8:24 am.  I clocked in at 7 lbs 14 oz.

First things first, I owe my birthparents Carissa and Jayson a big round of applause for taking such good care of me while I was chillin' in, how should I say, a warm tummy. I would not be here if it weren't for them... and nor would you be reading this blog.

Also, a quick shout out to all of Carissa and Jayson's family who stocked me up with some real snazzy threads and other really special keepsakes.  Let's just say I'll be the most stylin' baby in the 818. Of those gifts, the ones from mom mean the most and I'll treasure them always.

And for the two dudes with the bags under their eyes (Dave and Alex), I'm going to continue sleeping during the day and waking your asses up all night.  Why? Because I can.  By the way, great accent, Papa Alex.  Oh, and Dada Dave, please stop with the Whitney Houston songs already.  I get it. She's a good singer. But you're not her. I much prefer when you sing me Radiohead. Anything from Ok Computer.

I'm signing off for tonight --- but please stay tuned. I'm going to be making many appearances on this very blog. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Love,
Maxwell