Poor little sixth child had to get his first taste of solid foods by finding a rogue cheerio on the floor and helping himself. When it first touched his tongue he was diggin' it, smiling like he'd made an awesome discovery. But as it began to dissolve and work its way towards the back he decided that he wasn't much of a fan after all. Eventually he was gagging and puking. I'm not sure that he cares too much about the fact that the cheerio might not have been given a fair chance coming off of the floor (there's no telling how much extra "fiber" came along with it), but for now we'll be skipping the cheerio snacks for a little while longer. Besides, the longer he waits to eat things like that, the longer I can pretend that he's still a tiny baby.

He's still a tiny baby joy....