What?! Speak up, I can't hear you!

So... it's been a while since the last post. Max has been keeping us busy. Is he intolerant of lactose or not? Is this formula o.k. or not? What about this other kind? We don't know. Sure we shopped carefully and the ingredients look good but maybe he should have the lactose free. Or the soy. Or maybe he's allergic to soy. It's a minefield of seemingly mundane issues that have a direct affect on Max's mood, and therefore on our continued challenge of sleeping.

On the up side Miracle Max turned 1 month old on sunday. He's grown at least another inch and seems to be gaining weight. He is a very hungry boy, hence the bizarre stream of consciousness debate regarding if and what kind of formula to give him. He's started smiling and sometimes mimics faces and responds to Happy Voice. In short, almost in spite of our clumsy, bumbling struggle to learn how to read him, Max is a crawly, wiggly, screamy, happy, alien monkey boy. Go Max, go.

Miracle Max on the mic:


In other baby news, a few days ago our friends Bernie and Angie had their second boy, Lennon. All reports so far indicate everybody is doing well. What a nice Christmas gift.

Auntie Kim's birthday was yesterday, and we were invited over for dinner, so we went. It was grand. Max wore his new sweater knitted by grandma Diane. Max did not choose to hold still for the picture.



Max got to see his cousins Izzi and Xavier. We had tacos for dinner. Izzi made the guacamole. Xavier ate a lot of chicken. In fact both these kids ate a lot, and they're not that old. This makes a certain reality hit home. Still...



And that's that. Makes you feel all good inside. It is that time of year, after all. So hoist a mug of wassail and be kind and good to each other. Merry Christmas everybody!