6 MONTH CHECKUP. "You guys are doing a kick-ass job." - Said the Pediatrician

Hi, followers.  
I had my six month checkup yesterday.  I'm in the 75th percentile in height, coming in at 26 3/4 inches. And, I'm in the 50th percentile in weight, at just over 17 lbs. Getting two more shots sucked, but my Dads did buy me a new toy to make up for it. They say you can't buy love --- I say "bullshit!"  


Love Maxwell

Meet The Fockers II (The Saga Continues)

I'm such a lucky kid. In addition to the best, most handsome, talented and funny Dads, I have three different sets of grandparents. And this week, I finally got to meet Mommom Brenda and Poppop Jules. They were very nice, and not only because they bought me an awesome outfit with guitars all over it, but also because they traveled all the way from Philadelphia to see me.  

We did a lot of fun things together. We went to Muga and Papsi's beach house; we visited the farmer's market; and we went to the Beverly Hills art fair. My Dads made sure I took a nap during the art fair because they didn't want to expose me to all the pretentious people with their pulled-back faces. 

I like having people in my house --- but here's a tip for future guests: keep your voices down after my bedtime. Do you really have to get that excited about Dancing With the Stars? I think not. 

Love Maxwell

My Dads are silly (looking)...

Love Maxwell

MY WEEKEND OF FIRSTS...

Whoa, what a weekend. My Dads kept me very busy. They say when I'm constantly entertained, their lives are much easier, whatever that means. Anywho, aside from the usual activities (park, hike, farmer's market), I also got to spend some quality time with my grandmother (I call her Muga) and my aunt Tash and cousins Sam and Maisie.

But here's the real news: yesterday, when I was at the playground, I went on the swing. An actual swing. I knew I was growing up fast, because my Dads started buying me #3 diapers. But still, I didn't think I was ready for the big-boy swing. Well I am. And I really dig it.  There's just something about the wind blowing through my mullet... I can't explain it.

And as if that weren't enough, today I held my filled 8oz bottle entirely on my own. I'm practically a teenager. Maybe I can get a role on Glee. Maybe not. My Dads aren't Gleeks. But they'll watch anything on HDTV --- that's for damn sure.

I'm pooped. So I'm going to end this post and hit the crib.


Love Maxwell

The Blackstones head back to the beach.

This past weekend, my Dada and Papa took me to my grandparents' beach house. It was so much fun. I got to feel sand for the first time (I even tried to eat it) and my Papa taught me the flying game (see the video below). Then on Sunday I went to the local farmer's market where everyone admired my cuteness.  They also admired my Dads' cuteness. Love those guys, but I don't appreciate them trying to steal my thunder. I'm the star fellas; you're just the supporting cast. Don't get it twisted.   

Love Maxwell

My Dads have more vomit on them than the toilets at Elite modeling agency.

Sorry about that. It was the prunes. 


Love Maxwell