Carrots Rock

I like carrots.  Durel likes carrots.  We are carrot-eating people. 

Our dogs even like carrots.  We discovered this accidentally when we had just adopted Pablo as a puppy.  We were about to get married, and were having a "two days before the wedding" party at our little rental house.  Among other things, I had purchased the requisite veggie tray for the occasion.

Both my dad and Durel's dad were quite taken with Pablo (as was everyone else; he's a handsome lad).  In particular, they wanted to give him lots of treats.  Out of polite desperation, we gave them permission to give Pablo baby carrots from the veggie tray.  A party animal was born.  An hour later, with the carrots on the veggie tray dwindling supiciously, we saw a punch-drunk Pablo pawing around the party with carrot crumbs on his head.  Carrot.  Fragments.  On his head.  From his exuberant chewing.

I digress.  Jack not only likes his rattle in the shape of a bunny driving a carrot car, but he is also learning what his hands can do.  Developmental milestones are fun.