Until he can go in person, Max celebrates Brat Fest from afar by playing with his wiener.
Maximillian tries to grab the stream of water and put it in his mouth every time we are in the shower. He hasn't really understood the whole solid, liquid, gas state of matter thing yet.
Maximillian decided it was time to try sitting up on his own. It took about three days to go from the first signs that he wasn't just going to flop over as usual to the level you see here.
Mr. Maximillian is slowly making his way outside for the season.
Max is still a little too small for this, but he seemed to like it.
She was here a whole week (almost longer due to that stupid volcano!), and all we got was one picture of them together:
Gramoo took care of Mr. Max Man for the weekend and we had our first weekend getaway as parents.
It's that time of the year again; time to let the cows out of the barn.
The Swedes import quite a bit of German food products. The latest is called Corny Big. Nice.
My longest bicycle ride yet: 97km, 13 hours. It's called the Happy Extreme Ride and is held every May 1st on the trails around Gothenburg.
34 riders all rev'd up at the start (9am)
Being serious in the woods.
Enjoying the scenery.
18 riders left after 11 hours.
Done, 10pm.
Maximillian loves his hoppy thingy so much that he starts jumping even before he's completely in it. It's part of his daily routine now, so he is officially booked from 5:15 to 5:45 even day. Now we just need to find a way to harness the energy so we can stop paying the electric bill.