High Chair

Sometimes, when Jack goes to bed, Durel and I miss him.  We inevitably end up picking up our phones and scrolling through our pictures of him.  Our comments usually include the standards:  "Isn't he cute?"  "Ooh, did you see this one?"  and, of course, "What is he eating there?"

I've noticed that I take beaucoup de pictures of the Little Dude while he's eating.  I think that's partly because he is not walking around the house like a little crusader when he is safely in the high chair.  I think it's also because I think watching him eat is adorable.  He has an adventurous palette and a healthy appetite.

To wit, here's a sampling of the pics that are on my phone.  That is, the ones that I haven't shared already (i.e., the Nutella series).

He's my son, through and through.  Cheese eater and all.

Of course, cheese and carbs go together well.  Pshaw.

Green beans rock.  Heck yeah.

Cheerios and banana, breakfast of champions.

Is it just me, or is that really cute in a series like that?  Yeah, he's got me wrapped around his little finger.  Why do you ask?

Remember to eat your cheese,

Heather