His Father's Son

In the last blog I mentioned that Max is into everything that he can get his little hands on, especially as he becomes ever so slightly more mobile. I know this may take some of you by surprise, but he gets this from his father. (I swear, I was an angel child...)

I give you Exhibit A:

This is Clint, circa 1984, in his walker which he has tipped over while pulling on the vacuum cleaner.

And here, Exhibits B and C:

Last night, Max decide that the jumper alone just wasn't doing it for him. He wanted to play with the jumper AND the playmat. I'm thinking this wasn't quite what he was going for: