After 20+ minutes of Oliver refusing to eat pancakes, peaches, and milk, crying, kicking to get out of hid high chair, collapsing onto the floor in fits, following me around crying, arching his back so far he almost fell out of his high chair (still refusing to eat anything) I finally figured out what he wanted...
A fork.
This boy is determined to get big like everyone else. On a side note, we got rid of his binky two days ago. He's done ok, cried at each nap and bedtime, but if I go in and sing to him he settled down. It's strangely hard for me to be watching him give up some of these things. The last one to nurse. The last one to use a bottle. The last to crawl. The last to use a binky. Just can't believe how quickly they change and grow.
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