Eighty five and a half weeks old.
Photos by Jason, who was visiting Sydney briefly.
Max being held by his ankles by Daddy. (Notice how the drool trail seems to defy gravity to go up his chin...)
Not often we get all three of us in a photo! Time for Daddy to complain that his eyes are half closed, and for me to whinge that my shirt is covered with Max's dinner... And isn't Max serious, drinking his milk!