Milk Belly

Grown up men have a beer belly. Mr. Meh has a milk belly instead. Andy stayed home with him today, which meant he fed him all his meals. And was horrified how much the baby can eat.

1 cup of oatmeal, yogurt and apples for breakfast
1 cup of carrots, peas, sweet potato
1/2 jar of Earth Beth's potato and chicken dinner
1/3 of avocado
and several more things, which escape me at this late hour.

He's so funny when he eats. Sits back in his Ikea high chairs, with arms nicely placed on the sides with one knee bend and protruding above the tray.

And if you take a second too long to spoon feed him food, he starts yelling, "Ah, ah" and banging his hand on the tray. Very demanding.

On a related note, Mr. Meh went to Safeway today. His second trip ever to a grocery store. (When he was about 4 months old, he went to Trader Joe's but he was too little to be aware of what was going on, or at least to little to communicate it back to us). The produce section was a big hit. The fruits and vegetables produced lots of "ahhh."

A month ago, my mom and I took him to the mall. He was enthralled. Even when I took him to the dressing room with me to try clothes on. All was cool as long as he was able to finger the clothes.....


And on a completely unrelated note, I think tonight was the first night that I managed to read the whole newspaper since he was born. True, it was Monday so the Post was extra thin. And of course, the sports section doesn't really count.