So I made an obscenely large batch of meatballs (a’la Maryann’s recipe) for some friends of ours who just got home from the hospital with their newborn. Of course I made plenty to stash in the fridge here, too. It seems the dude’s got a thing for the meatball. With all that cayenne and garlic it’s amazing he’ll even consider them, but set one down on his highchair tray and my boy makes me proud the way he goes to town on it.
So not only is he a meatball-eating machine, and drinking milk from his perpetually sticky sippy cup, but he’s also recently aquired two-footed mobility. Not quite walking, since i think walking requires that you be able to make it to your intended destination instead of some arbitrary spot in the room. So, but anyway, here’s some vid footage for those of you itching for your fix of the bird.
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Wow. I’ve seen you walk not nearly that good A LOT of times!
cool-cool-cool!!!!
like father like son…same hair style
what’s the boy weighing in at? he has to be nearly twice the size of audrey.
i’m waiting for her first steps alone, she walks great with assist and is also finding the joy of eating people food. before i know it she is going to be a people too.