I took this picture this morning; I believe this is the fourth day of Max's outbreak of the chicken pox. Over the past few days he's made a couple of startling advances. Yesterday he took some quasi-solid food on his own (baby num-nums); this morning he was able to remain sitting up unaided. I was upstairs pouring myself a cup of coffee when Carolyn called me down. I walked into find Max sitting up and playing the bongo drums.
Maybe it's the pox that's accelerating his development, maybe it's the oatmeal baths and calamine lotion.
All joking aside, the chicken pox is no fun (ignore the smile! you should hear him at night!). But we're happy to see Max thriving through it.