Let it be known that on Saturday, August 1, 2009, Mr. Nathan Byron initiated his first encounter with solid food, transitioning into the relationship with the ever-famous, ever-bland rice cereal.
Though sitting in the high chair would probably have been excitement enough.
I don't know why I'm in a girly plastic seat confined by stroller-like straps, but I like it! Dance for me, minions!
What's with everyone trying to cram things in my piehole? Wasn't it enough that the Eucharistic minister offered me wine last Sunday at church? (OH, YES SHE DID. Maybe the parish is just really progressive?)
I suppose I can forgive your presumptiousness. On an unrelated note, let me brace myself for the delectable joy that lies ahead.
(Note from Management: I feel the need to point out that this shot and the next feature Luke's hand, not mine, as evidenced by usage of the right hand and the trail of hand hair. Thanks.)
For heaven's sake, Daddy, YOU ARE TOO SLOW WITH THE JOY. Give it here.
What, no wine?