Entourage

So Max has one. And entourage.

After my dad left Maryland, my mom, aunt and sister followed suit and came to entertain me Mister Max. (Who am I kidding, people only come to visit these days because of a certain cute baby!) We walked around all weekend looking like Max's very Asian posse, having tea and cupcakes in Georgetown in D.C., lunching in Bethesda, strolling around my neighborhood . . . I kinda half expected him to break out the Gangnam style moves. By the way, did I tell you he dances now? And by dancing, I mean that he bounces his little tushy and "gets low, gets low" like a little hip-hopper.

For most of the visit, Max's "PauPau" (Grandma) couldn't stop remarking in amazement about how much he naps/sleeps. I just tell her it's why he's so smart. But in all seriousness, despite his limited amount of awake time, it was just the right amount for Max to learn who each of the visitors were by name: PauPau, Dai Yeye (Big/Older Aunt) and YeYe (Aunt Jessi). By the end of their visit, he was able to bring toys to each person upon my instruction!