No Time Like The Present...
With tax season and school vacation week I've found it very hard to get on this computer. Catdoggg being home this week, trying to get a minute on the computer is like trying to take a cheerio away from my son. Impossible. Right now she is on an errand, but the little guy is literally climbing my leg and screaming at me while I type this post. So it will be quick.
Lately Babydog has been a terror to feed. He wants his food, doesn't want his food. He wants his bottle, doesn't want his bottle. Wants toast, eggos, and cheerios but doesn't want them.
Do you know want he wants?
He wants to feed himself. Well, if that's what he wants, then that's what he'll get.
Today's menu-
MEATBALLS...
Now it got much worse than this. It was in his hair, his eyes, his ears, everywhere. If he didn't look like a mini version of Jabba The Hut I might have posted some of those...
6 comments:
Love seeing the little guy enjoy meatballs! I knew he was Italian like us (though of course he's fair like we are too!)
Doesn't everyone look like this after eating meatballs?
Im jes sayin
That rocks, I'm going to eat my dinner like that tonight.
nice jumper. what is he, skiing (in the 70's)?
haha oh my god..too freakin cute!!
You're right, I think I may have to join him during his next Meatball adventure...
Kiki- never thought of the sweater that way. Did I mention there is a matching hat? He just needs a small bottle of peppermint schnapps..
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