Big Boy (delusions of grandeur)

When we started this adventure, the baby was at the very tail end of the dragon, you couldn't even see the word "pie" in "lilypie" so it looked like we named him Lily.  That's not his name of course and he is nearly halfway down the dragon's back.  But if you were to ask him, he would probably be demanding the car keys.  He has gotten to the point where he runs his mouth a good deal of the time.  For those of you who know either or both Nicole and me, you know he comes by that trait honestly.  He thinks he is a big boy.  He wants to control when you put the bottle in his mouth and he is generally not happy unless he is sitting up. 

He also has decided that he is going to get involved in cereal time on a more active basis.  He will only eat his cereal if I am giving it to him and he doesn't like for others to be in the room.  Nicole stayed in the kitchen to long and he wouldn't eat it this evening.  So, I gave him the spoon.  He tried to get it in his mouth, but it mostly ended up in his hair.  When I took it away from him, he pitched a fit.  Now he has a clean spoon to play with whenever we eat cereal.

Here he is sitting up on the couch.  He was flailing, not falling over, that is why it is blurry.  He has his bib on all ready for nachos.

Here we are after tummy time.  He is close to crawling, but hasn't quite figured out how to get his belly up off of the floor.  Generally he tries to move forward and then ends up rolling over.  He gave it the college try, so he got to play with the elephant anyway. 

And there it is.  Times like this are well worth the price of admission.  He may think he is a big boy already, but as long as he is still cranking it in his pants and getting cereal in his hair, he will always be my little boy.  Actually, he probably always will be anyway.