Eating!

Eating is a big deal for babies. And, eating for big babies (30 pounds and not yet a year) is an even bigger deal. Swear to god, there was one time the damn kid tried to eat my own hand. Seriously. Had I left it there - hovering near his mouth, kiddie spoon in hand - just another nanosecond longer, I might now be missing a precious appendage. Thankfully it didn't come to that and I now know to don lead-lined oven mitts when feeding the tyke.

Look at how happy Rocky is here. Happy because his belly is full of the two jars of baby food, one whole banana, half cup of couscous, entire pineapple, two quarts of ice cream, liter of root beer, and half a deep dish pizza I frantically had flown in from Chicago ("Hello, Connie's? My baby has lost his mind and is eating everything in sight! Please! Send help!).


Sometimes things get a little messy. This much is to be understood. And, sometimes, well, sometimes things get weird. This photo was snapped after a memorable feeding session that left not only Rocky's visage pocked with drool slathered Cheerios™, but the floor, ceiling, dog, and yours truly as well.