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Two Months!

Max turned two months old on August 8th!  He weighed in at 12 pounds 3 ounces at his check up.

Take Me Out to the Ballgame...

Max attended his first baseball game on Thursday, August 2nd.  Our hometown Minnesota Twins were in town for the weekend and we were excited for Max to experience some great baseball.  And it didn't hurt that the Twins showed Max how the game should be played by beating the Red Sox 5 to 0.

Max loved Fenway!  He "talked" to the people around us and stared at the lights.  He didn't exactly pay attention to the game but was content to take in all of the sights, smells and sounds of the ballpark.  When he had had enough, he cuddled up to his mom in his Baby Bjorn and slept.  Next year should be even more fun!

One Month!

It's hard to believe that this was just a month ago...

One Month (July 8th)

Family Picture Time

Coordinating a family picture just got a little more complicated...

Visitors!

Max had a very busy June and early July with visitors from Minnesota.  We are hoping that he listened to their Minnesotan accents...

Grandma Nancy came to visit first. While she was here Max took his first visit to the Roslindale Farmers Market and his first nature walk at the Stony Brook Reservation.  She was a ton of help around the house and got lots of snuggle time in with Max.

We had about a week by ourselves and then my sister Kris arrived.  Kris is an excellent burper and even took over a couple of the night time/early am feedings!

Then Grandma Patty and Papa Mitch arrived.  They helped us catch up on our yard work and babysat while Phoebe went to the vet.

Baby Name Thought Process

(Theme music) Maa-a-ax Sherva, he's the maximum level of Sherva in the world...

Chief, the terrorists are holding the hostages in the nuclear power plant!
I know, it looks grim.
We need Seal Team Six!
Yevchenko and those terrorists would eat Seal Team Six for breakfast, plus we can't risk causing a nuclear meltdown...I hate to say it, but the only chance we have is to go to Max Sherva.
But Chief, the Sherva level in the reactor is already dangerously high! I don't think we can risk any more Sherva!
I didn't say we needed more Sherva, Judy, I said we needed Max Sherva...

 
Oh God, surely you don't mean...
He's the only chance we've got.
But Chief, he's a sexy, dangerous maverick who plays and poops and loves by his own rules!
That may be true, Judy, but he's the best damn hostage negotiator slash terrorist killer slash nuclear reactor defuser the world has ever seen.
But Chief, the last time we used him on a job, infant and toddler pregnancies went up 37 percent!
And if it weren't for that crop of abnormally brave and sexy newborn commandos we'd all be speaking baby Taliban right now.
But Chief, Max Sherva is...
 ...Two hours past needing a fresh diaper, Judy?
Max!

Long time no see, Judy.

You've got a lot of nerve showing your cherubic face around here!
Sorry about the way things went down in Helsinki, Judy, but are we going to sit around all day debating who threw which terrorists into which nuclear reactors and saving which hostages slash creating which radioactive terrorists or are we going to get Yevchenko slash free those hostages slash secure that plutonium?

(Later, teetering on the edge of the cooling tower)

Mwahaha!  Don't you see, Max?, you already lost!  The hostages are buried in cement and reactor mass is already critical!

You're forgetting four things, Yevchenko.  One: I gave all the hostages cement snorkels when you were busy overriding the automatic reactor failsafe valve.  Two: that cement will shield them from the radioactive fallout.  And three: I invited every terrorist in the world to a fake terrorist rave party...at this very nuclear reactor...tonight...which means every terrorist in the world is currently receiving one million millirems of ionizing radiation per minute while they're dancing the terrorist Macarena.

Curses!  Well played Max, but I still have gun which means I shoot you dead and...wait, what was fourth thing?

You're standing in my soiled diaper, Yevchenko...and I had pureed bananas for dinner.
(Yevchenko slips and falls into the reactor core) Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax! Sherva!     
Adieu, Yevchenko, Adieu...Or should I say, "Agoo."  

Maa-a-ax Sherva, he's the maximum level of Sherva in the world!

And scene.  

Yep, Max Manford Sherva it is.