The revelation

Actually, there was no revelation. But here's a cool photo we took from our car on the way to Roseville.

PF Chang's, Figure 1. Max has quickly gained weight but is not shown here.

PF Chang's, Figure 2. Max is at bottom right.

SCENE: PF Chang's, Roseville Galleria. Delia, Adriana, and Todd are at a table. Max is in a stroller facing Todd.

Todd: (Looks at Max.)
Max: (Looks at Todd.) WAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
Todd: Looks at food.
Max:
Todd (Looking at Delia): Delia, how's Max doing?
Delia (Seeing Max from side): He seems okay.
Todd: (Looks at Max.)
Max: (Looks at Todd.) WAAAAAAHHH! WAAAAAHHH!!!

This was not my proudest moment. Max is 7 weeks old and he already hates me. But, with Max more and more uncontrollable in PF Chang's, and figuring he'd have to deal with me anyway, I took him outside to see if I could do something.

Outside of PF Chang's, Max still stared at me, but the crying stopped. He was fine until I brought him back in the restaraunt, when he started up again. In fact, I eventually carried him across a windswept, cold parking lot, and he didn't complain until he was back in the car.

I really don't know what happened - I'm guessing we overdressed him, or perhaps he doesn't like the Westernized decor of the middlebrow box chain - but I've noticed that eye contact will sometimes set him off when he's not feeling great. I wonder: Is he trying to talk to me?

You may wonder: "Where are the photos?" I'm setting up an account on Picasa so, if you wish, you can skip all the wit and wisdom and go straight to them.