Maxwell has only one question: Who are you wearing?

Enjoy the Oscars! My fingers are crossed for "The Kids Are Alright." 

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Maxwell and The Dribble Kings

That's the name of my new band.  I'm looking for a drummer and two backup dribbles. Have your people call my people.

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I can't stop laughing...

I think it's because I caught a glimpse of Dada shirtless.

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Stuff I'd rather endure than getting shots at my 3-month checkup:

1. Smell Papa's' breath is the morning.
2. Listen to Dada sing vintage George Michael (post Wham, pre-arrest in the park).
3. Watch anything on Bravo. Even Housewives.
4. Wash in between my toes.
5. Have my formula not heated up first.

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P.S. I gained even more weight! I'm up to 13.6 lbs. And I've grown too, measured in at 24.25 inches.  For those mathematically challenged — that's over two feet!

Parks and Recreation starring Maxwell

Today I started my morning with a quick trip to the local Farmer’s Market where I met a lot of Papa’s industry “friends.”  If you ask me, I found them quite boring and full of themselves. Anywho, I was much more excited when I heard we were going to meet my cousins, Sam and Maisie, at the park near my house. Enjoy these photos taken from Uncle Drew’s Hipstamatic iPhone App.  Hopefully, this plug will result in a free iPhone 4.

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I get by with a little help from my friends.

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Meet The Fockers (well, sorta)

This past weekend, Mommom and Poppy came all the way from Philadelphia to meet yours truly. And I gotta say, I'm loving them. Not just because they brought me nice gifts, but also because they love playing with me. I never get left alone. In fact, all I gotta do is cry a little bit, and there they are, ready to pick me up and entertain me. A boy can get use to this. 

But, I've got one question: why didn't you bring me a cheesesteak?

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I can see Russia from my crib.

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