Solid foods are a hit in our house. With everybody!
This particular feeding left the youngest Boyer feeling a little lethargic.
And some of the sleep fairy's sprinkle dust got in his eyes.
The feeding station was no match for the bowling balls weighing down his eyelids.
That's what oatmeal does to me too, Bubby.
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These pictures have nothing to do with oatmeal, solid foods, sleep or high chairs. They're just great pictoral documentations of The LadyKiller Mohawk.
(I know he's going to want to strangle me one day)
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