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Bowl of Love

H. brought this home from school yesterday. It's a Bowl of Love. Just what I always wanted.

Greetings from Cheeriosland!

We are still here! Just buried under Cheerios. I had forgotten how pervasive those little o's are when they first start eating them. I would say one out of every three make it in baby's mouth and the rest land on the floor, or pile up in his shirt so that when I lift him, it snows Cheerios all over the place.  Old Baby (H.) has renewed his interest in them now that New Baby's developing some finer buds. In the morning, I'll ask H., "Would you like some oatmeal with blueberries or some raisin toast with yogurt?" He'll answer, "Hmm. Or some Cheerios. In a bowl. With raisins. And milk. And a spoon. On the table." Yessir, coming right up!

H. eats approximately two breakfasts these days. He'll have one when he wakes up and the second about an hour later. He grazes all day. He will sit and eat just about anything. Mommy's pad thai is his favorite. "You want some noodles!" he'll say. "I want some noodles," I'll say to correct him. "You do want noodles!" It goes around and around until I just give him the noodles and he's content till the next feeding time. I don't know where it all goes.

W. is now just about 8 and a half months old, trying to crawl, frustrated that he can't, teething big time, and  adoring his big brother. Big brother has definitely come around. Somehow he has private jokes with the baby that evidently crack both of them up. The latest is H. gets real close to W. and says, "Toy Story red one* pweeeeeeeeeeze?" over and over again. Heh. Guess you had to be there.

Okay, my break is over. The bigger one's asking for cake for breakfast.

*Toy Story red one = Toy Story 2, aka, "A Jessie One". And for the record, Toy Story and Toy Story 2 have replaced Finding Nemo. But so far nothing's replaced his love for sharks and sea turtles. And basically anything that has anything to do with the ocean.