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Update: Gramoo, I can't do much given the resolution of the original photo, but yes, Max was quite happy with being thrown around:
Max and Victoria seemed to have a little romance going on over the weekend. Looks like Max has a thing for slightly older women, just like his dad.
Mr. Max conked out on the way home from Midsummer weekend in the countryside. Lots of pictures coming soon.
A royal afternoon of half rain, half sun with Måns...
...and Ebba. I don't know why Max looks so suspicious.
Thanks Ebba, Mats, and Måns!
Max watched intently as Swedish Crown Princess Victoria got married today. He's hoping one day they will be his in-laws.
Max is so different now than he was for the first 3 or 4 months of his life that we thought he could use a new nickname. Although Leo still thinks he looks like an Ernesto.
I thought these kind of scam letters claiming I have a recently deceased, long lost, rich relative (in this case, Thybo Werberg in Spain) were reserved for email, because you can send out kagillions of them for free and just hope someone is gullible enough to respond. But I just got one in the REGULAR mail. How much money does this guy spend on stamps, and does he really get enough money out of people to make it worth it?
Too bad we didn't get this before Max was born--I may have been tempted to name him "Thybo" instead.
Our neighbor's car early this morning. No, we don't know why. Must have been a private joke.
Well, unless you count the time mom clipped a little bit of his thumb along with his nail. Apparently mom still has the pregnancy-induced klutziness, as a VERY heavy, hard plastic toy accidentaly fell on Max's head. This picture doesn't really do it justice. Oops. At least there was no bleeding involved.
Even with all the 'real' toys he has access to, Maximillian's favorite is still the plastic bottle cover.
Is this not the craziest butt crack you've ever seen?!
