Here is Fraser practicing standing and taking steps (if the cat would get out of his way anyway). In the picture on the left he is also displaying the newest addition to his repertoire of facial expressions. We affectionately call this one "the bull dog." I have no idea why he does it or what it means but he clenches his jaw shut and opens his mouth slightly effectively accentuating his already stunning jowls. I tell ya, Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill had nothing on this kid.

In addition to his very groovy rugby romper Fraser is also sporting the remains of his lunch on his cheeks. Yes, normally I do wipe off his face and don't let him wander around covered in dried baby food but, as I intended to blog about the change in his appetite today, I figured a little dried Pasta Dinner could only add color to the day's entry.

So, for a few weeks Fraser was on some kind of hunger strike during which his entire diet was composed of formula, O's, Puffs, whole wheat pasta, oatmeal and the occasional spoonful of fruit or vegis I managed to slip into his mouth before he realized what was going on. Basically if it was beige he would eat it, other colors need not apply.

Then, suddenly on Tuesday he decided that his beige period was over and he would try whatever I put in front of him. Since then he has had prunes, green beans and rice, spinach and carrots, salmon, tofu, peaches, pears, pears and raspberries, boca burgers, apples and apricots, and squash in addition to his plethora of beige items. I'm feeling very positive since I was beginning to have nightmares in which I appeared on the Doctor Phil show crying because my son would only eat french fries and chicken nuggets and instead of offering any help all the "experts" just kept saying "How could you let this happen?!?" Yeah well, now my darling boy is eating a variety of healthy foods so "Ha! In your face imaginary Dr. Phil!" Now if only I could stop the dream in which I appear on the Dr. Phil show because my 15 year old son is still sleeping in our bed and my husband is threatening to divorce me if I don't get him the hell out and instead of offering any helpful advice everyone in the studio audience (which includes my parents, in laws, random people I went to high school with and, for reasons I do not understand, Billy Bob Thornton) just keeps asking "How could you let this happen?!?"