With Shelbi taking Tuesday off and my mother having Elliott on Wednesday morning, I was ready to get back into routine today. After the boy fed, I put him in his Exersaucer (a godsend of an invention where a baby can stand and wildly bat at a random assortment of brightly colored objects, many of which spin and squeak.) We have discovered that he already has many tendencies of a little boy. Where a girl would probably be pacified for hours just spinning rattles and grabbing shapes, Elliott is happy for about 30 seconds before he starts playing his favorite Exersaucer game consisting of hurling himself violently forward and backward in an attempt to propel himself from the device most likely directly into a table corner. I have no doubt that in another five years I will look out my kitchen window and see him 50 feet high in our cherry tree poking at a hive of hornets.

Anyway, with my brief window of time I went to get a bowl of cereal. I was greatly looking forward to my Cheerios, grabbed the milk and realized that Shelbi had "pulled a Shelbi" and placed a virtually empty carton back in the fridge. Keep in mind that I REALLY wanted a bowl of Cheerios this morning. And I had already poured the two milliliters of milk that had so graciously been left for me on top of my cereal. Thus I was passed the point of no return but still needed a little more milk to make for a palateable bowl of Cheerios.
 
Most people probably know where I'm going with this. Elliott is still just five months old and only 15 pounds and yet he has inundated our living room and family room with toys, books and car seats, has tranformed an entire bedroom which he is still not even using, taken over half of a bathroom cabinet and a kitchen cabinet and, in recent months, has needed a lot of space in our refrigerator for his milk. Let me state right now that I did NOT make that leap. For nearly five months Shelbi has wanted me to taste breastmilk and I have adamantly refused. This has always confused her to which I say: "Really?.... Really?!!!"

But, for a brief moment this morning I caught myself thinking "Hmm, you know there really is a simple solution to this dilemma." And there was. I had virtually dry Cheerios and an extraordinarily ripe banana for breakfast.




This video is early evidence that we may have a bit of an
attention-whore on our hands. It is also early evidence of
who his favorite parent is.