Max loves to unload the dishwasher. When it's full of dirty dishes, he cries a little. We won't let him do the plates, but he is a master of silverware. One. Spoon. At. A. Time. 

Max likes yogurt. A lot. Those other things are raisins, before you make any disgusting guesses. 

Here's Max showing off the food he has gotten stuck to his race-car driver jacket. He is clapping along to his current fave song, "Pay Me My Money Down" on the Bruce Springsteen-plays-Pete-Seeger album, the name of which escapes me. If you had asked me before this obsession, "Dan, could you ever get really sick of a Bruce song, so sick of it that you wished that Max would ask for baby music?" I would have said no, but that would have been wrong. Sometimes he also requests John Henry and Mr. Frog, but mostly "Pay Me Down, please" is what he says. And then with the clapping and dancing. 

Here we see Max with his new friend Abby. We took him to Maine last weekend to visit her since he loves babies. He also loves dogs, and there was one of those as well.

One thing he does not love so much is day care. He cries and cries, stopping only one random day, the magic of which we cannot recapture. And there was that 2nd day when they took the kids out for ice cream, but you can't bribe kids happy every day. Save that for middle school. Our pediatrician says it will work itself out in a month or so, but another day care teacher recommended that we get the Early Intervention people who taught him to crawl to provide anxiety counseling. That will not be happening.