It Sounds As Though He Eats an Alarming Amount of Custard!

Andrew was baptised one week ago today. Phil and I were both surprised to have gone that route, both leaning heavily towards Believer's Baptism until recently, but after much reading, praying and talking with church leaders, we felt very peaceful about this decision. Those Presbyterians will getcha! It was a very lovely time for us as a family, and we were so pleased to share the time with Nannie and Papa (Phil's parents) as well.

This Sunday is also a milestone in that it's the first time The Precious used his highchair! We started solid food with him a few weeks ago and have been using everything from laps and bouncy seats to the exersaucer to contain him during mealtime. I was sure he wasn't ready for the big boy high chair, but as is often the case, I was wrong.

We did make a few modifications. You see, we were fortunate enough to procure the wooden highchair Phil used as a baby from his parents. Beautiful at first glance, but upon closer observation we found it to be just too classy. "What this bad boy needs is some ducks," we exclaimed. "Big ones. And maybe a little fringe." Ultimately, I'm just thrilled not to be sitting on the kitchen floor next to the exersaucer trying to keep Precious from sliming the entire apparatus with oatmeal fingers. Thus far, he's not been a huge fan of my cooking. He tolerates oatmeal, hates squash, likes sweet potatoes and hates carrots. Ironically, I find he does like to stow away any extra in his left nostril, just in case.