Things I overheard my Dads saying…

- “I wish I had Maxwell’s regularity.”

- “I love you more than Cookies n’ Cream ice cream.”

- “I’m gaining all this weight for a new role… at least that’s what I keep telling myself every time I reach for a See’s candy.”

- “I smelled poo. I felt poo. But then I changed him and there was nothing there. I think we have a self-cleaning baby.”

Love Maxwell

Mint Milanos to the Max!!!

Look -- I'm the cookie monster! 

My ridiculously cute hat is courtesy of my Dada and Papa's friends Mike and Russell. Thanks, guys!  
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Maxwell's Christmas Wish

May Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer not be shot and killed by Sarah Palin.

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Like Father Like Son

                                             Love Maxwell

Five Weeks And Going Strong...

The doc says I’m doing great. I’m up to 10 lb, 1 oz and I’m 22 inches long, which puts me in the 60^th percentile for weight and height.  She also said I was in the 100^th percentile of adorableness… well, that’s what I heard anyway. 

Happy Holidays from someone using environmental friendliness as an excuse for being too cheap and lazy to send a real card. I learned that from my Dads.

Love Maxwell

Maxwell’s Movie Minute…

Here’s what I thought of this season’s big Oscar contenders:

5 burps

2 1/2 burps

4 burps

2 poos

4 burps

4 1/2 burps

3 burps

2 1/2 burps

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Nothing much to say...

Just wanted to show off my new photo.

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3AM PLAY DATE...

In the wee hours of the morning, I taught my Dads a new game. It's called "how many times can I fill a diaper in the course of an hour?"  They didn't find it very amusing... especially when they ran out of baby wipes.

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Overheard at the changing table last night...

I overheard Papa saying he would trade in his 5-Series Beemer for a Kia Sportage if it meant being able to pay for a night nurse.

To that I say, "sleep, schmeep — man up, fellas."

Love Maxwell

I made it into the trades — and my name's not even Suri...

Deep Thoughts with Maxwell

Waking up at 3am when you've got a baby, you feel like you drank a bottle of whiskey the night before, except the shit's in someone else's pants. 

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Maxwell's advice to you this holiday season:

Mail your packages early so the post office can lose them in time for Christmas.  

                                                                       Love Maxwell

Which one of these gentlemen is having a bad hair day?

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Big plans this Saturday night...

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Living in a material world. And I am a material boy.

Being a baby is like Kwanzaa every day of the year. Why Kwanzaa?  Because Christmas and Chanukah are so 2009... 

My Dada and Papa’s wonderful friends keep coming over, holding me, burping me (sorry about the spit up) and giving me big, elaborate presents. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday.

So, I extend my heartfelt thanks to all you gift-givers. And while you’re at it, my Dads wear a size 32x32 pant. Just sayin’.

Love Maxwell

P.S. Special shout out to Marla, Ebby and Alan for joining me for Saturday brunch — the formula was to die for.  

Slumdog Millionaire Baby

That's what my Dads called my diaper last night.

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Maxwell’s Translator

• Eating my fingers means I’m hungry.

• Turning red means I’m about to scream at you.

• If I smell like crap, it means I crapped.

• If you put me on your chest with my head snuggled into your armpit and I squirm, it means Papa Al needs to invest in some deodorant.

• If you think I sweated through my swaddle, I probably peed.

Just sayin…

Love Maxwell

P.S. I’d like to officially welcome my wonderful nanny, Rosie, to team Maxwell.

Go Rubber Duck Yourself...

Take a look at the family-friendly G-rated version of my first bath. I didn't shed one tear, but I did make my own jacuzzi bubbles (if you catch my drift).

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MY FIRST SMILE...

...or maybe I was just pooping.

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TGIF (Thank God It’s Formula)

Today was a good day. First, I got to meet my Great Aunt Jackie and my Great Uncle Martin who were visiting from London.  They brought me some great presents from their home town, which sadly didn’t include any crumpets.  Is there no justice in the world?

Then Dada Dave’s friend Kris sent us the coolest gift ever:  The Radiohead (the raddest band on the planet) Lullaby Collection.  The baby version of Karma Police is off the chain — put me right to sleep (as evidenced by this photo). 

And now I’m just chillin’ with my Dads. The perfect end to week two out of the womb.

Love Maxwell 

LAST NIGHT I SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT!!!

Psych!


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Nobody puts baby in the corner…

Unless, of course, he keeps you up all night.

Say hello to my Dads (it's time they made their official blog debut):

For the two of you that are keeping track…

I got weighed again today and I’m up to 8 pounds.  Do you know that the human head weighs 8 pounds? 

Happy hump day!

Love Maxwell