Month 15, Day 1: Adios, Sweet Max

What a big day. First his 15-month check-up along with two shots (Max let everyone know in the doctor's office that he was not happy; honestly, he seems to be getting louder with every shot), a long nap, a messy lunch, and a rushed good-bye to Mom as he was swept up by Dad along with the suitcase, car seat, and backpack for a long flight to California. Mom and Max's first night apart, much less their first five nights apart!

Mom would like to think that Max was looking sad at lunch because he was going to miss her. But in actuality, he just managed to smear spaghetti sauce all over his eye and it was bugging him. And yes, Mom does feed Max more than just ravioli... most of the time.


After getting cleaned up, we hopped in the Jeep to pick up Dad from work and beelined it to the airport.

No qualms about it - Max is a chunky monkey with a big fat head that actually makes it a collosal feat to get any shirts over it. At his check-up, he weighed in at 25 lbs, 15 oz (75% percentile); measured 32 inches long (75% percentile) with a whopping 19.5 inches in head circumference (95% percentile). See the giant head for yourself below. Maybe we should charge admission.

The goodbye was rather unsatisfying for Mom. She didn't even register on Max's radar screen when she leaned in for a kiss. He was taken up more by the multitude of cars, bustling passengers, the big towering building with giant windows, chilly wind. But his distraction made the hand-off less stressful. It would have been horrible if he did his regular screaming/reaching/arching-his-back fit which he does in the mornings when we go to work (alternating between crying for Mom on her work days and for Dad on the days Max stays home with Mom). And soon Dad and Max were through the doors and gone...

Now what?