Cheesy Poof-dom

Zander took his first step on Friday night. No, really! He's done it a few more times since then and generally seems pretty iffy about this whole standing unassisted thang. But toys and food distract him from his own self-confidence issues. Sounds like a familiar pattern.

He's got more hair. Thicker, darker... um, definitely not blond. Sorry Matt. Better luck next time.

He tried some of the yummy pork tenderloin his daddy made for dinner last night. That seemed to go okay but lemme tell you about the cheesy poofs. We bought some cheesy poofs this weekend - at Whole Foods so you know they're healthy all natural cheesy poofs. (For the clueless, that's called sarcasm.) He politely tried some from the display at the store. And maybe another couple for a snack yesterday afternoon. And then he and I decided to have cheesy poofs for lunch today (don't judge me - you'd do it too if you were stuck at home with an infant, grey chilly weather, and no clean clothes). We practiced chewing. He's got those new teeth to break in, after all. A few poofs later I realized, as Zander's reaching for his next poof, that he has stuffed the whole thing in his mouth at once and is vainly trying to mash with his gums. We get past that moment and I try and get him to drink some water. He takes a couple sips then grunts for another cheesy poof.

I've created a monster.

By then it was probably 2pm so I tossed the boy into his high chair and gave him a banana. He liked that. Now he has the energy to run all over the second story while I type this up for you. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the cheesy poofs.