18.6 pounds

and more adorable every day. Max laughs so much and it cracks me up every time. Apparently, one of those yapping teacup dogs was the funniest thing he has ever seen. And this morning, Ty swears Max said "dada!" I'm not jealous. It's a guy thing, I guess. Meanwhile, everything within reach is fair game for Max's mouth, except for the sweet potatoes I made for him yesterday, which were reappropriated as fingerpaint for his onesie. Anyway, life is good.