T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I’ve got it.  I’m in it.  However you want to phrase it, TROUBLE has come to live with us for. 

Sweet Baby D will be 8 months old this weekend and while he’s not crawling with his tummy off the floor yet, he can do this:

this:

and most disturbing of all…

THIS!

I’m not ready for this.  I wanted a little more time with the baby who stayed in the spot I put him in. 
Oh well, I guess I better lace up my running shoes and break out the baby gates because the chase is on!  I’m sure I’ll be running after him for the next several years.  (help.)

This boy also refuses traditional baby food.  He prefers to feed himself toddler food or actual food.

This was him when he first tried rice cereal. I get the same face every time I try to feed him baby food coupled with most of it spit back at me.

Instead he prefers:

steak

carrots and peas

I can’t say that I’m upset he want to eat real food.  It is quite helpful to let him serve himself.  He also enjoys cheerios, yogurt melts, toddler puffs, lasagna, apples, green beans, bananas, chicken, zucchini and I’m hoping for much, much more! I’d love for him to be a better eater than the girls are.