Snif, Snif

Holden is seven months old and got his first nub of a tooth yesterday, not the full tooth but the tip is peaking out and it will be a matter of days until he has his first tooth.

As if time doesn't fly fast enough he just refuses to be a baby. He's been crawling since four months, crusing since six months. He skipped the whole rice cereal thing and went from soft foods to waffles and a cheeseburger in a blurr. He can feed himself and yes, he ate half a cheeseburger and a small order of fries this weekend.

He loves loves broccoli and although usually easy going he will show a bit of a temper if you try to take it away. I bought one of those net things that you can put table food in to make safe for babies. We use that a lot, but he seems to manage fine without it.

Here is Lily feeding baby Holden who is almost as big. Much to Lily's dismay he prefers to hold his own spoon and is pretty good at putting it in his own mouth. Lily is so sweet to him, huging him and patting him to comfort him. They often get in a fit of giggles when they look at each other.

He is now wearing the big boy's pjs and would like to join their fun.

The boys are not so sure they want to share their toys. But I'm sure they will be running around having fun together in no time.