Since the birth of baby G, Dude has decided he's one of the big kids. For example, he totally refuses to sit in a highchair. The very idea is highly offensive. So we got a little booster seat so he can join the gang at the "big kids' table." And then he needs his own bowl of cereal, with milk. No more sprinkling some dry Cheerios across his tray. No siree. And make sure that comes with a spoon please (If he's really hungry, he'll let us feed him. If not, we're back to questioning the sanity of anyone putting carpet in the dining area).
I thought this was so cute. M was just catching up with Aunt Ninnie on Skype, and baby G got in on the action. Love the cute smile looking down at her sis. Please ignore the mess (we do)!
Getting bigger but still so sleepy!