If you’ve been around Judah for a day or more, you’ll quickly realize he adores food, not that mushy baby food either; he wants real food. I try to appease the two of us by giving him a variety of both. Of course, if he keeps up his hair styling at the dinner table, we may have to open up a salon so he can use hair product instead of cornbread for his wispy, brown hair.
Oh, and whoever decided to design coffee tables like this certainly did not have babies in mind. Poor thing got stuck in here (and had to stay a bit longer so I could get the cute shot)!