Max learned two new skills yesterday, and both are demonstrated in the photos below. Firstly, he removed his own shorts. There are no photos of him actually removing clothing, because he did it quickly and slyly and caught me unawares, but you can see the Donald Duck-ish aftermath. This is not a positive step in a good direction. Max learning how to use carpet friction to wriggle out of his own pants will inevitably lead, slippery-slope style, to him learning how to remove his own diaper. I can only hope and pray that the interval between him learning to independently shed his diaper and him learning to independently use the toilet is a short one.
Secondly, and equally disturbingly, Max used his new, clothing-optional freedom to dig in with his knees, providing the necessary traction to do something he has long dreamed of -- opening kitchen cupboards. He was tentative at first ...
... But when nothing jumped out at him, he quickly became quite bold.
On the plus side, he used all the bowls to write and perform a lovely rhythmic song, which I choose to believe was inspired by his great and abiding love for his Mama.