The rematch

When last we met, Max met a serious opponent in Louisa. Her vital stats are: 17 pounds, very alert, very strong. She has a very sweet and playful smile, obviously meant to lure opponents into dropping their guard. Record against Max: 1-0.

However, much has happened since the last encounter. Max has been in training. Here he is getting ready for a strenuous run:
Here he is on the speed bag:




Rest is, of course, a vital part of any training routine.

Unfortunately, in any grueling training, it can become tempting to slack off. Maybe that's why we caught Max in a moment of weakness:


And, finally, an important but underappreciated part is intimidation. Here is Max, almost filling out a Harly Davidson hat.

So now we move to the rematch: Max vs. Louisa, part II. Notice the grim determination on Louisa. Max is mugging for a girl out of the picture.

And the main event (pay-per-view not required!)










So who was the winner? Umm...say, who had Louisa pose with her foot next to Max, anyway? I can't believe someone is condoning baby fighting. Did I mention Max doesn't know how to move his arms around yet?

In any case, Max must have taken the encounter as an educational lesson. He cried hysterically after we got home and ate about every hour for the next two days. However, I've never seen Max so alert as when he was with Louisa. Walter thinks it's because our house is a prison of beige and it's the first time Max has seen a color before. Still, the last couple days he's acted like he's had about 15 expresso shots.