Feed Me!!

The time had come. 

Every time Rhys sat on my lap while I was eating his eyes would widen and mouth open wide as I raised my fork to my mouth. The look of disappointment when the fork touched my lips instead of his was too much to bear. And then of course, there were those ripe bananas just sitting on the counter... 

Unlike with Calvin, jumping ahead to the next milestone is something I'm finding more bittersweet and less exciting. I knew exactly what was going to happen. Rhys was going to LOVE food and I was going to have to admit that my tiny little newborn is actually a chubby, curious, active, BABY (even though I still swaddle him up whenever I can and hold him to my chest like he's brand new). 

 Well, just as predicted, the chunk loved him some bananas.

 The kid is all smiles when his belly is full. I should have known solids would be right up his alley.

 And when it's over? Heaven help you.

Sweet boy hates it when dinner time comes to an end. 

He's just like his mama.