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If you can't get the teething ring in your mouth...

...just hold on to it and use your finger instead.

What?!

Why are you bothering me? Can't you see I'm busy reading?

Pretty on pink

Max rolled over from his back to his belly for the first time all by himself today; too bad I gave him so much enthusiastic praise that I scared him so he will probably never do it again.

Typical Friday night

On Friday evenings the boys get beer. That's just how it is in the Werberg house.

Max & Mom

These fingers give me the hiccups

Just like Pappa

Max was a little jealous of his father's goatee, so we made him a fake one. He seemed to like it:

Not so scary viking

Ge mig fingret nu!

Max demands mom's finger while in the bath. Because mom's milk is apparently not satisfying enough.

Han somnade

Well, it's only happened once so far, but it sure was nice. Mr. Max fell asleep all by himself, without any coaxing. He got a nice 20 minute snooze while dad drank his cappuccino and even woke up in a good mood for the walk home.

Moose Poop vid Västra Långvattnet

No really, that's what it is. A nice set of moose tracks through the woods, with a sure sign that he had lunch.

Familjen Norèn

Maximillian was so happy to see Jonas, Frida & Tora that he had one of his best days yet.

He even treated us to his heartiest laugh ever when we came home. His first proper chuckle.

Tvåhjulssladd

If you are feeling down, go ride your bike.
If that doesn't do the trick, try it on ice.
If something is still missing, wait for nightfall and repeat.

Little Devil

Max has a bit of a forked tongue. Coincidence? I think not.

Vintersol

It's still very much winter even if the calender claims it is March. The weekend was filled with blinding sun.

You talkin bout me? Cause my ears are burnin!

An important first

Baby's first visit to the Systembolaget (liquor store).

Finding his hands

Maximillian's hands are starting to find their own way to his mouth and it appears as though he'd like to shove his whole fist in there if he could.

Tre månader!

Mr. Maximillian is three months old today. He has doubled his birth weight, discovered that it's not dangerous to sleep and that it's not absolutely mandatory to scream when he's awake.

You've come a long way baby.

Here he is in his winter cocoon, ready for a nice walk with mom.

Snögubbar

We've had a couple of days with temperatures above freezing, so the light powder is starting to turn into nasty slush and the snowmen are shrinking.