Max, in very recent days (maybe in the last 3 days to be precise) has begun crawling on all 4's. He's becioming quite mobile when there's something he wants, otherwise, he is still rather content to sit and explore all the plastic toys available around him.
He has taken to the wicker bins of toys I keep under the coffee table. Favorite toy on this particular day was a soft, faux leather ball advertising the Pittsburgh Pengiuns. Max gnawed on it until it slipped out of his spitty grasp. He slowly switched from a seated to a crawling position. He got down on his belly and reached as far as he could under the easy chair Evie was sitting in playing her video game.
Evie let her foot dangle over the side onto Max's head as he struggled to retrieve his ball.
"What's that on your head Max? Huh? What is that on your head?" she rubbed his hair into a twist with her sock-covered foot, "What's on your head, Max?"
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Dear God--Footface is hereditary!
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