Ian, Max, Ian's parents and I all made a one-day trek down to southern California to introduce Max to his Tillman great-grandparents. Max is always ready for an adventure, especially when it includes an airplane full of potential admirers.
Upon arrival, Max and Joseph quickly baby-ified their great-grandparents' house. They found many rich mischief-making lodes, which they mined with enthusiasm. Each of them tried rock-climbing on the fireplace, harvesting and eating the leaves of house plants, and stealing candles and floral arrangements for their own sinister purposes. There was a coffee table in the living room that was the perfect height for head-bonking, and both boys were drawn to it like moths to a flame. Fortunately, with constant vigilance by all adults present, we ended the day without anyone sustaining massive head trauma.
The angle of this picture makes it look as if Max and his great-grandma Tillman are roughly the same size. In truth, Max is rather large for a baby, and his great-grandma is rather small for a great-grandma, but I think she has at least another year before he outstrips her in height.
Max learned some valuable secrets of Tillman male-dom from his great-granddad. Hopefully, he will use his new knowledge benevolently.
Ian's grandma is an identical twin. When Ian was little, he apparently used to think that he had two grandmas. I think Max was slightly confused by having his great-grandma seemingly on both sides of him at once. The real great-grandma is on the left. The imposter (otherwise known as Aunt Lorene) is on the right.
Max and Joseph were not impressed by the day-long photography session, and were deaf to our pleas to take advantage of this rare accumulation of all Tillmans. Joseph would only accept a position in this picture if his sippy cup was immortalized with him. So, for posterity, we have Great Grandma and Grandpa Tillman, Max, Joseph, and Sippy Cup.
Rather than embrace the seriousness of the occasion, Max chose to tickle Joseph's armpit mid-picture.
Joseph tried to retaliate, but accidentally got Uncle Ian's armpit, instead. Armpit violations notwithstanding, we did manage to capture four generations of Tillman men in photographic immortality. That's pretty amazing!
Ian, Max, Ian's parents and I all made a one-day trek down to southern California to introduce Max to his Tillman great-grandparents. Max is always ready for an adventure, especially when it includes an airplane full of potential admirers. 
Upon arrival, Max and Joseph quickly baby-ified their great-grandparents' house. They found many rich mischief-making lodes, which they mined with enthusiasm. Each of them tried rock-climbing on the fireplace, harvesting and eating the leaves of house plants, and stealing candles and floral arrangements for their own sinister purposes. There was a coffee table in the living room that was the perfect height for head-bonking, and both boys were drawn to it like moths to a flame. Fortunately, with constant vigilance by all adults present, we ended the day without anyone sustaining massive head trauma.
The angle of this picture makes it look as if Max and his great-grandma Tillman are roughly the same size. In truth, Max is rather large for a baby, and his great-grandma is rather small for a great-grandma, but I think she has at least another year before he outstrips her in height. 
Max learned some valuable secrets of Tillman male-dom from his great-granddad. Hopefully, he will use his new knowledge benevolently.
Ian's grandma is an identical twin. When Ian was little, he apparently used to think that he had two grandmas. I think Max was slightly confused by having his great-grandma seemingly on both sides of him at once. The real great-grandma is on the left. The imposter (otherwise known as Aunt Lorene) is on the right.
Max and Joseph were not impressed by the day-long photography session, and were deaf to our pleas to take advantage of this rare accumulation of all Tillmans. Joseph would only accept a position in this picture if his sippy cup was immortalized with him. So, for posterity, we have Great Grandma and Grandpa Tillman, Max, Joseph, and Sippy Cup.
Rather than embrace the seriousness of the occasion, Max chose to tickle Joseph's armpit mid-picture. 
Joseph tried to retaliate, but accidentally got Uncle Ian's armpit, instead. Armpit violations notwithstanding, we did manage to capture four generations of Tillman men in photographic immortality. That's pretty amazing!
5 comments:
great grandpa T-dawg needs to settle down a bit, his exitement on camera is overwhelming
we call that up-staging in the biz
Max certainly has a wonderful assortment of friends and relations to love him.
Regarding the great-grandmother twin situation, have you warned Max of the dopplegangers among us?
I did warn him, but not until it was already too late. With his giant brain and new vampire tooth, we can only hope that he has enough tools to defend himself.
I love vampire 'tooth'!
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