Jamba Me

Max and I made the trek to Napa yesterday, to visit my mom's work, which is another way of saying that Granny got her long-awaited opportunity to show off her grandson to her friends. She made the most of this, and Max worked the crowd of teachers, speech therapists, and behavioral specialists with his usual enthusiasm. Afterwards, we went to Jamba Juice to celebrate. It turns out that Max is enthusiastic about smoothies, too . . . he ate part of both of our smoothies, as well as his own pureed bananas. He felt it was important to experience his jamba juice as fully as possible, which explains why he has it all over his face. I don't know if it shows up in the picture, but I even found some cherry charger up his nose -- and I mean, really deep in there. Drunk on various fruit juices and tired from being charming, Max slept most of the way home. It was a nice day!