
This is one of Max's earliest photos in the arms of his Grandma or "G-ma" for short (Mom, I think we're finally official on that name?). Even though my mom wrote a column of her own about NOT wanting to be called Grandma, once she had gone through the alternatives (nanny, nana, Carolsie, some exotic African tribal name, etc.) she realized she really is a Grandma/G-ma at heart. Very Randel of her...
This isn't necessarily his cutest photo but it always makes me smile - he just looks like a funny little dude and is showing the beginnings of his Yoda-esque qualities which Charlie and I really enjoy.
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