So I know that most of my friends have children that are years older than Emery, but I do feel like he's getting WAY too big, even though I can still count his age in weeks (33 next Tuesday).
Yesterday at lunch, he sat in a high chair and ate mashed potatoes off my plate. WHAT?!?
At dinner, he sucked on a pickle for quite awhile, before screeching when his grandma pulled it away.
Maybe he IS ready for Mt. Dew now.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
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We'll give him all the pickles he wants.
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Brooklyn and Gramma