Ten month doctor visit leaves Maxwell in a pickle.

My Dads usually post adorable photos of me during my doctor visits. But not today. This wasn't a Kodak moment kind of day... not after getting a flu shot and a blood test. The good news is my health is great; the bad news is I cried a lot. My Dada even pleaded with the nurse "can I have the shot instead of him." She told him to "man up." 


I am now 19.15 pounds and 29 and three quarter inches. I've grown almost an inch in one month. The doc also thinks I'll be walking real soon. And I may even start breakdancing. That's right; I've got mad rhythm, yo.   


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The two faces of Max...

They say pictures don't lie. But clearly they do. Because I was actually laughing in both of these photos. We were in a park in Malibu. And guess what — we bumped into a couple of celebrities (real housewife, Camille Grammer and d-list daughter, Melissa Rivers). I would have preferred to see Elmo or Barney — but Melissa sorta looked like Barney, so it was all good.  


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Call my parole officer!!!

Sometimes when I'm naughty my Dads send me to prison. And by prison, I mean our large family room that has all my toys and child-safe furnishings.

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Marsha... Marsha... Maxwell?

Don't ask me why, but my Dads thought it would be cute to take pictures of me outside the actual Brady Bunch house. Turns out, it's right around the corner from where we live. 

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Throwing. Sliding. Driving. Oh my.

My favorite new game is called "throw it." Here's how you play: you put something near me and I throw it. Fun, right? Not if you ask my Dads. They seemed to be over it after three hours of playing (see below).

My Papa also helped me slide down my first sliding board. To be totally honest, I found it a bit elementary. Maybe it'll be more fun when I can do it myself. Until then, I'll stick to the swings. 

But here's the pièce de résistance. It ain't an AUDI, but it'll do for now. That's right, little Max has a new set of wheels. And a preppy little sweater to boot. I gotta look my best, in case I bump into a cute toddler at a red light.

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