Peanut has a hollow leg.

Peanut's finally not such a peanut anymore. He was in the 3rd-4th percentile till we started solids, and then at his 6 month appointment, he finally jumped up to the 10th-25th percentile. And he luuurves to eat. I make most of his food and freeze it in ice cube trays. Tonight he had 2 cubes of green beans, 2 cubes of squash, some chicken, the rest of last night's applesauce, and a 3.5 oz container of pears and blueberries. Oh, and two squares of mangoes in one of those mesh feeder things. And then he nursed on both sides.

He's got such a cute double chin, and oh, the pulkies! His little thighs are like turkey legs!

I know this is not one of his best pictures, but you still want to eat his face, right?

I smell like baby vomit.

Love the stepladder pose!

Peanut totally cheesed me this morning as I was putting on his jacket. He got my shirt, jeans, shoes, the sofa, and the rug. So I reek now, and every time I move my arm, I smell spit-up. Sigh. This is why I have put away all my dry-clean only attire and only wear things that can go in the wash.

I long for the day when he stops spitting up. Otherwise I'm going to have to start wearing coveralls.