Handful...

So this little one has me and Paul on our toes. He's learned what door handles are (scary - don't remember teaching him that),

that Oscar lives mostly outside and needs to be reminded of Henry's existence every now and then (hence the banging on the window),

and that if he stops putting up a fight over what I'm trying to feed him, cookies and various other goodies may just come his way.

There are no words to express the frustration that has become feeding time in the Meredith household. Henry just can't understand why "cuh-cake" and "cracker" (these two words encompass cupcakes, cookies, goldfish, Cheerios, graham crackers, etc.) are not appropriate meals. He had yet to ask for peas, corn, or green beans (though he will eat those). I'll keep you posted on that front - we're not holding our breath!