No Son, That's Not Food

Hey Son! Today you turned 4 months. 

So you’ve discovered your hands & feet. It’s pretty cool when you watch a baby find new things because that’s all they focus on. You’ve mastered putting fingers in your mouth, now you’re working on putting the whole hand in there, and when I try to pull your hand away you starting eating my fingers. Apparently everything is food to you. Car seat straps, tables, and somehow you put your foot in your mouth and took your sock off. We gave you teething rings but you're smart enough to know that there's nothing coming out of it. Considering your flexibility, gymnastics is in your future. It appears that you are ready for real food & a visit to the Original House of Pancakes confirmed that. 

 I’m sure you’re sick of formula and I would be too if I smelled bacon every Saturday morning. But the way you look at a menu as if you’re deciding whether to get toast instead of pancakes reassures me that you’ll have a love for breakfast like your dad & grandpa. As you reach for the bacon and glass of orange juice I think back to a few days ago when I told “no no son, that’s not food”, only for you recognize that what I’m eating really is food, but you just can’t have it yet. Nope, not going to have mommy upset with me because you got a tummy ache from 2 eggs scrambled with American cheese. Take my word for it, the meal was good & I probably deserved the gibberish expletives that you yelled at me. Just enjoy that pacifier until you can actually chew and swallow.