Merry Christmas. Feliz Navidad. Mo’adim Lesimkha. Chena tova. Sung Tan Chuk Ha!

My Dads taught me to always include everyone. So from our family to yours, Happy Holidays all around the world.

Here are some photos and videos from our family holiday (check out my kick-ass presents).

Train Table from Papa and Dada

Wooden train set from Muga and Papsi

My own lounge chair from Mommom Brenda and Jules.

My first tricycle from Dada and Papa. 

Piano lesson from Uncle Drew

New Trucks from Mommom Helene and Poppy!

Love Maxwell

P.S. Am I not the luckiest kid in the world?

My Dada has a cooler job than your Dada!

Most kids probably find visiting their parents at work super boring. I am not most kids. Because my Dada has a kick-ass job.  He makes TV commercials. And I got to visit him on the set with Rosie.  And guess what I saw when I was there... AN ACTUAL HORSE. That's right, my Dad was filming a horse for his latest campaign.

Take a look at some behind the scenes pictures.

Love Maxwell

I didn't leave my heart in San Francisco.

My Dada's best friend, Shardul, invited all of us to visit his new house in San Francisco.  Lots of good things happened on this trip and a few "not-so-good" things happened. Let's go down the list, shall we:

THE GOOD:
- I got to ride in a real airplane, which I loved.
- My Dada was excited because two actors from his favorite show "Parenthood" were also on our  plane. A show about parenthood? BORING, party of one...
- I got to spend time with Shardul and his lovely wife, Erin, whom I've heard so much about.
- Shardul and Erin bought me a train and a truck.
- Shardul and Erin cooked me a delicious breakfast (of which I only ate the rice crispy treat... YUM).
- There was a nice park right near the house that I enjoyed playing at.
- I fell in love with their cat, Ari.

THE BAD:
- I wasn't really in the mood to sleep or nap at all. Which actually didn't bother me. But for some reason my Dads seemed horrified by it.
- It rained the entire trip.
- They had a big dog. It was super friendly, but kept trying to eat my Cheerios. Not cool!
- It was too damn cold.

Here are some pics.

Love Maxwell

Eight crazy nights...

Some say Hanukkah. Some say Chanukah. I say "Trucks!" That's just one of the presents my Dads bought me for the holidays. But they tell me "it's not about the gifts; it's about your heritage." Well, unless my ancestors were TRUCKS, I'm not old enough to care!

Here are some pics of me and my Dads lighting the menorah.

Love Maxwell

Things get noTORIous at Tori Spelling's Holiday Event...

My Dads' friends Scout and Bill (known in some circles as "The Guncles") invited us to a holiday event hosted by Tori Spelling and some of her close friends. I thought to myself, "great another pretentious holiday party my Dads are dragging me too" --- but I was way off. This party was designed for kids like me. I got to decorate Christmas cookies, pose for a "winter wonderland" photo with my Dads and, best of all, got to ride and play with all the latest toys.

Here are some photos.

Love Maxwell

My Posse...

We "stroll" the mean streets of Studio City, and also hang from magical blue mats at My Gym!

Olivia and Julian are my BFFs.  We go to My Gym together, have play dates and even head to the zoo every now and then.

But as much as I like them, I still don't like sharing my trucks.  Got that, Julian!

Love Maxwell

More this. Less Honey boo-boo.

Love Maxwell

Skater boy?

Yep.

Next stop -- DICKS SPORTING GOODS to get a helmet and knee-and-elbow pads. Okay, I'm lying. I actually just stole this from an older kid at the playground. But I'm intrigued. Sorry Dads.

Love Maxwell

What's up doc? My two-year check up.

As you all know, I'm not a huge fan of going to the doctor, especially when I'm due for shots. This visit was no exception.  First the good news: I'm doing great. I've gained a good amount of weight and even grew a little. Now the bad news: I had to get all kinds of routine tests (blood and pee). And, as if taping a plastic pee-baggie to my junk wasn't enough, I also had to get two shots.  OVER IT.

At least me and my Poppa took a handsome photo.

Love Maxwell

P.S.  All the tests came back perfect. Phew...

It does a body good.

Isn't it annoying when you're eating/drinking something you love and someone comes over and wants some of it? Check out this video of my Dada annoying me when I'm trying to enjoy my first chocolate milk.

Get your own!

Love Maxwell

One year older. One year cuter. One kick-ass party!

Three words: Maxwell is Two.  Don't you love the way that sounds? I am now a big boy. So listen up family members, stop saying "How's the baby" when you talk to my Dads on the phone. Baby ain't a baby no more. He also happens to have a name. Wink, wink, nod, nod!

And to celebrate this momentus occasion, my Dads threw me an awesome birthday party at our local park. Everyone was there, even Justin Bieber.  Or maybe it was just a woman with a really bad haircut. Either way, everyone had a blast.

See for yourself.

Love Maxwell

All in the (Blacker) family...

My Mommom and Poppy came to Los Angeles to visit me.  It was quite a special week leading up to my 2nd Birthday!  That's right, I am now TWO. I can even say two. How many two year olds can say that? Okay, probably several. But how many of them look as cute as I am while saying it? I rest my case.

Take a look at some of the highlights from my grandparents' visit. 

Piano lessons with Poppy.

Sitting on Mommom's face. Don't judge us!

Kissing Poppy's back.

Riding a real train!

Coloring on Mommom. 

Tripple threat. 

Love Maxwell

THIS DAY WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY — I took my first dump in a toilet!

Yes. It had to happen at some point. And it did.  I pooped in what many refer to as "The John." It happened quite easily. Not a lot of fuss, but a lot of mess (sorry Dads). Let's just say that nice, white pristine bathroom ain't so white anymore.

I saw them on the potty and thought "that looks like fun." Bing, bang, boom --- it happened.  And thanks to this blog entry, you'll never forget it.

BEFORE

AFTER

Love Maxwell

P.S. I wanted to post a photo of the actual proof --- but my Dads requested I didn't. Party poopers... get it?

HAIR today. GONE tomorrow.

Okay, admit it, you're getting tired of me posting photos of my haircuts. It's not blog worthy, right? Tell that to my Dads.

Love Maxwell

Dada's doppelgänger?

My Dada won't like me for this --- but I have to post this video of me mistaking him for a creepy model in an Orbitz.com advertisement.

Admit it, you think it looks like my Dada too.  Must be the speedo!

Love Maxwell

KEEP CALM and hit THE BEACH.

DEEP THOUGHT BY MAXWELL:
"You can shake the sand from your shoes. But it never leaves your soul...or diaper."

Every now and then you've got to escape the hustle and bustle of city life and head to the beach. Just the sun, the sand and a drink in my hand (one with no sugar or corn syrup, of course).

Here are some photos from my last beach adventure.  Nobody puts it down like Muga and Papsi.

Thanks for the hospitality, guys!

Love Maxwell