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Max understands language


Max's aunt Tina took a video of him while she was babysitting one day. In one two-minute video she captured a lot of his most recent developmental advances, including following verbal requests. Tina asks Max to cuddle his baby and he is only too happy to oblige.



For those Max fanatics out there, I give you three additional videos taken on Max's first long-distance vacation! I had a two-day conference in Boston, so we made it a long weekend and took Max with us. He was quite good on the plane, despite our great fears: he loved looking around and only got fussy when he got tired and we were able to get him to take a nap when that happened.

My favorite part was how smitten Max was with our hosts' three-year-old daughter. He kept following her around wherever she went so that he could sneak up and give her hugs when she wasn't looking. She loved the attention at first, but she was quite ready for us to finally leave. Poor Max. Unrequited love at such a young age!

Here's Ekrem giving the kids a ride on his stomach.


Here's Max showing off his early interest in playing soccer. Are there any good under-two leagues out there?

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  1. Cherie11:10 AM

    HE IS REALLY DRIBBLING THE BALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  2. Cherie11:12 AM

    AMAZING TO WATCH!!!!!

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