snap, crackle, poop

Kenny started adding rice cereal to his gastronomic repetoire a few weeks back, and he's all about the stuff. According to the doctor, rice cereal tastes something akin to wall paper paste, which raises the question: Who the hell ate wall paper paste and then rice cereal?

We give Mr. K rice cereal twice a day, in addition to his bottles, and have slowly moved up from two tablespoons up to six. He devours it, but also manages to make sure to spread the proper amount around his face, hands and bib. As of late, he has begun grabbing onto the spoon and holding it while you try to get the rice cereal into his mouth. I'm not sure if this is done because he wants to control the action, or because he doesn't trust us to hit the target.


Hey, you mind? I'm trying to eat here. Don't make me turn into an angry rice cereal eater.

Yo, seriously...wanna bring that spoon back, please?

The only things that distracted Kenny from his demands for more rice cereal, were my insistence on periodic picture taking, and when Sadie came sniffing around. Suddenly, Kenny was very keen on making sure that Sadie didn't try to muscle in on his action. As a protest, Sadie then plopped down on the floor and turned her back to us.