Snow, again?

No, I have no pictures of it.  It's snow.  It falls everywhere and doesn't look any more particularly spectacular falling on our patch of earth than elsewhere.  So, think cold white stuff.

This, on the other hand, is worth viewing:

So this week we are boycotting texture.  Lumpy oatmeal, squash, anything gets spat out.  So does peas, unless they are carefully disguised with my lunch.

We are playing peekaboo more spontaneously now, and learning the word "No." I'm sure none of my gentle readers and Boy fans can imagine why we'd be using that word a lot.

He is quite the little scientist.  Currently gravity is the fascinating experiment.  We drop things.  Lots of things.  Any things.  All things.  We follow their descent with great intent.  Mom picks them up.  We repeat.  What do you know?  The same thing happens!  Amazing stuff.

We are very much into feeding ourselves.  So lately I've been giving him crinkle cut carrots, peanut butter crackers, fish sticks, and sweet potato fries.  He's not eating terribly much at the moment so it's hard to make sure his nutrition is balanced, but we do our best.  He loves his soy milk and would cheerfully drink that instead of eating, so I have to be firm and not break it out until the end of the meal.

Tentative steps are being made, with more exuberance than balance, and I predict the start of the horrible pictures that look like I've been beating him, with black eyes and knots on the forehead and scrapes and scabs from landing hard.  And then those glorious first assured unassisted steps.  How much fun we still have in our future!

Indeed.