"Mama..."

Caleb's Morning Menu:

1 whole banana.
1 whole grilled cheese sandwich (crusts removed.)
1 4oz container yogurt (w/strawberries.)
10 whole graham crackers.
1 cup Cheerios.
1 4oz piece baked dinner ham.
10 oz baby formula.
1 Gerber Baby Carrot Pinwheel Cracker.
12 oz ice water.

He's eight months old!

This could get to be a problem reeeeeal quick-like.

Now, granted, we didn't sit him in the highchair and shovel all of this to him at one sitting. He nibbles and snacks all along during the day. We put half a graham cracker on the tray of his walker along with his sippy cup of water, and he eats some, drops some, mushes some into a paste using water from his sippy cup, and smears some in his hair. (As a matter of fact, feeding him is sort of like taking handfuls of food, and tossing it into a running fan.)

But the majority of what I listed above ended up in his belly.

And that is just this morning.

(He has almost completely given up on baby food of any type now. All he does with that is spit it back at you as soon as he knows he has enough of a mouthful to get some distance with it.)

It seems like his appetite has increased somewhat over the past few days. He may be building up to a major growth spurt or something. Any day now, I expect to kiss him goodbye in his crib in the morning before I leave, and find him mowing the grass when I come back home that afternoon...

He says his first official word now. He started on Monday.

Any guesses what the word is?

That's right! "MAMA."

After all I have done for that boy, all the sacrifice, all the late nights and long hours, this is the thanks I get. His first word was "Mama"...

I see how it is...

(He has another word as of yesterday... "Puppy". So you see where Daddy fits in to the equation here... Somewhere below the Dog on the list...)

(NOTE: To qualify as an official word, we have to be sure that he understands the meaning and can use the word in context. Whether he gets the pronunciation exactly right is less important, although he must get that pretty close most of the time for the word to count.

(For example: If he crawls after the dog saying "Pupupupup", and will sit up and look at the dog and try to repeat the word when we say it to him, "Puppy" counts.)

(You get the picture.)

Anyway, as long as he stays as happy, healthy and bright as he is right now, he can have whatever he wants to eat, as far as I'm concerned.

And I know that Caleb is WAY more important to me as a Blog subject than he is to anyone else who may visit here, but when I write about him, I don't get angry, I don't get disgusted, and I don't have 100 comment long arguments with people who have it wrong on almost every subject.

And since this is a hobby, then I might as well enjoy doing it.

Right?