Beach Time.

To the beach we go!  Michael Phelps, eat your heart out.  I saw your performance yesterday, I could trounce you.

Look for me at 2026 Olympic Games, I'll be the one on the tall podium.

.Max

Brandy Waterboards Me, aka I Get a Haircut.

War is hell.  And by that I mean, these ass-hats sprayed my head with water to cut my hair. SPRAYED ME WITH WATER. I will not stand for this.

Still in shock.

Realizing that they just had the gall to spray my luscious locks with mere water.
Only dolphin's tears are good enough!

Reluctant resignation. Dad has a good 170 lbs on me, after all.

Damn you, Brandy!  You are the Delilah to my Sampson! The Snape to my Voldemort!

I guess I can get over it though, I do look pretty good.

.Max

Baby conquers Brooklyn.

This weekend, I went to NYC.  And dominated.

All this? Mine.

Robots at brunch.

Baby's first brunch!

Brunch is exhausting.

I wasn't impressed by the subway.

Zech sang to me.  Sub-par.

Ready to go home, Tito needs his tail pulled.

max on the (Sesame) Street.

We went to the Strong Museum of Play, and got to hang out on Sesame Street. I felt like a celebrity.  Dad was rambling on about some Atari or something, but whatever.  I got to meet Big Bird.

Playing it cool with Big Bird.

These guys taught me about manners and too much TV.

In the butterfly garden.

All of us ready to leave said butterfly garden, because it was 100 degrees.

Don't worry guys,  I got this.

Legos and trains.  Jamien was in heaven.

World's largest Fruit Ninja.

Best combination.

In case you felt like throwing up, the Strong Museum has a way to make that happen.

Puppet show.

"You want this fillet here?  Just came in fresh this morning!"

Max and Jamien preparing for their high school jobs at Wegmans.

One excited baby!

Spider-baby.