King Gabe has taken the plastic Ikea throne again, this time with food. We've decided to feed him rice cereal since he is:
1. Almost always hungry.
2. Constantly lusting after our food, often leaning terribly close to attempt a snatch and grab some of my dinner. Pastrami was his goal today. I can't blame him at all. It was delicious.
3. Darn cute with rice cereal on his face, and it's infinitely easier to take pictures of him when both my hands are free.
He likes his cereal a lot. Possibly too much. In fact, during one of his first rice cereal lunches, he started screaming like, well, his sister, and I thought perhaps he was done and wanted his bottle or nothing but escape from the chair. So, like I always do, I ignored all those thoughts and tried one more time. He ate some more, then screamed. I fed him faster, he ate faster, then screamed. Finally, when the choo choo train of rice cereal made no stops between the bowl and mouth stations, he stopped screaming. It's genetic - Jeff did the same thing when he was a screaming dough-blob. I imagine some day I'll get to watch them both chuff down bowls of ice cream with the same urgency.
Side note - I really think Gabe is starting to scream and fuss like Alex. His shrillness just isn't natural!
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