Baby Tad has developed a nasty little habit of biting the hand that feeds him … only it isn’t a hand that he bites, if you know what I mean.  I flick his nose (as I’ve heard you’re supposed to do in situations like this), and he just stares at me with his big blue eyes and smiles.

And so today, at 8 months of age, Baby Tad dined on rice cereal for the first time.

Vivi had a blast getting to help but was very discouraged when he wouldn’t make the sign for “MORE.” Although I’m a bit sad that I’m no longer his favorite source of nourishment, I am grateful that his other mother can assist.

We had to give him a bath after his meal, and I had him all shiny and smelling so good. But wouldn’t you know it.  I turned my back for 2 seconds, and the next thing I knew, he had crawled all the way INTO the fireplace and was covered in soot.  🙁