Max is a bit of a wild child. Actually a bit is an understatement. He has wonderful moments of happiness and glee when he tells us that we are his best friends and he loves us. Then other moments where he tears your hair, the curtains and his drawers out until you have no idea what to do. 

Sometimes it's a struggle to work out why he does these things and then we remember that he is only two and a half and despite the amazing grammar he still finds things hard. 

I'm amazed with how he's grown up since he finished nursery. He can now dress and undress himself, sings full words and understands more than ever. 

I love him and despite the bruises, bald spots and constantly mending furniture I wouldn't change it for the world.