Yeah, the last one. Definitely that last one.
However, despite his mood swings, we did have one HUGE victory. My baby loves pumpkin bread! I don't need a DNA test to prove he's my baby (or the 40 weeks of pregnancy or 24 hours of labor). At 8 months old he is a pumpkin bread connoisseur and that is all the proof I need that he is my offspring. Victory!
Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of him eating the famed family pumpkin bread because naturally I was too busy stuffing it in both of our mouths. But I do have other pictures...pictures of his many...expressions. Enjoy!
|Happy to see Aunt Meg arrive|
|Sad 5 minutes later for no reason|
|Tentative bites of mashed potatoes|
|Cheeks stuffed with potatoes and not too happy about it|
|Finally a good picture! Winner winner turkey dinner!|