Baby, 3. Parents 1 (Pending)

For the last 3 or so days Baby has decided that he wants a bottle at a crazy early hour. Last night was the last straw at 4am. So today we implemented a new feeding plan (he's on a high protein, low Cheerio diet).

Tonight it appeared that Baby was the clear victor in the War Against the Wee Hours. He was ripping his bib off, refusing to eat. T. safety-pinned the bib on him. Yes Lieutenant Daddy-O, you have won this battle, but the war is far from over.

Well child, you refuse to wear a bib and eat?


Whaddya know, you're much less grumpy with food in you!

If only this one was in focus!

I suppose we won't be the true victors until we get through tonight. But I think things are looking our way.

In other news, Baby is 10 months! We couldn't get him to sit still so T. held him in place then jumped out of the photo just in time.