There is absolutely no chance of Maury now...He looks just like me in this picture. Its pretty scary. I even think I've made that face on more than one occasion. Those who know me well can identify this look as my general look of "what the hell?"
I don't think that he's feelin' the hat. Mommy and Nana Culley dig it...and I suspect that Grammy Stevie loves it as well. Daddy hates it, but he needed a hat and that was the only one we could find in the 4 stores we searched that had one that would fit. Probably because last week, the temps dropped under 20 degrees F. I'm still a last-minute-man apparently. I love his face...as if he's saying, "I hate them....both of them."
AND he's finally holding his own bottle on his own...pretty magnificent I think...but I'm a bit biased. He has one of those cool Captain Kirk-esque high-chairs that has separate tilt functions for the tray and the seat...craziness. Anyway, he had just finished downing some turkey and sweet potatoes and a bit of mango (which is what is splattered ever-so-slightly over his tray). He seems to be taking to the home-pureed foods pretty well. We just started meat a couple of weeks ago. So far, out of everything we've tried (veggies, fruits, and now turkey), he hasn't completely rejected anything. He wasn't such a fan of lima beans, but who is?
Well, there you go. I must off to bed now...
Night, all.
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