Another First

I just realized that every parent has a picture of their kid feeding themselves spaghetti for the first time. It must be considered a milestone along with all the other momentous "firsts," like crawling and walking. It was hilarious watching Elijah eat his spaghetti. At one point, he grabbed two fistfuls of spaghetti and started swinging them around like lassos. Come to think of it, he was sort of heehawing, too. I was peeling spaghetti off the walls for a while. I learned my lesson, hold the ragu! Here he is with some buttered noodles instead...

Here's that cowboy again...

The first two months of his second year have been a blur of activity. I can't even keep track of things in a journal anymore. He's been cruising the furniture, lifting the cover on his toy box, grabbing toys out of it, pushing cars around, pulling levers, pushing buttons, squeezing the right spot on anything that makes noise, flipping through books, going through cabinets and drawers, discovering gravity, turning the TV, DVD and CD players on and off (not to mention reprogramming our remotes,) switching lights off, closing doors, pointing to things in books, jibber jabbering, oh and my favorite, yelling at me to hurry my butt over and take care of something for him, immediately. I think he's old enough now to start learning he is not the boss anymore. He's in for a rude awakening....okay, maybe it's me that's in for the rude awakening. Wish me luck! ~Nasreen