It's midnight...

Cereal killer

More proof that this is indeed our child... as if I had any doubts.

It's 8 am, I'm here with my breakfast and Phee is in his walker (no worries, we don't have stairs).   When he saw me coming with the bowl, he rolled on over for a bite.  He'll take a bite, roll away then squeal in protest when the bite is finished because he's too far away to get his next fix fast enough!!  You'd never know that he just nursed!!  He loves cereal like his momma and can never be full like his dad.