Rockin' and Pukin'

So, my littlest man is at the point in his short little life where he is becoming more adventurous. He is now managing to hoist himself up on his hands every once in awhile and rock back and forth to the imaginary soundtrack in his head. He is also able to push himself backwards using his baby buff arms and then looks around the room and wails and little because he just pushed himself backwards and that is NOT what he had actually planned to do. I mean really. It's like he has no idea what he is doing. Oh...wait...

But you know, I think he does know what he is doing when he head butts me countless times a day and horks all over anything in sight. Just the other day I was holding Tata and opening a dresser drawer, Tata leans over, looks down at the clean clothes nestled snugly in the drawer, and spews his lunch all over top of them. DUDE. I can take you regurgitating the contents of your stomach on my shoulder, because it's the closest thing to you, etc, etc. But my clean clothes drawer? You are most certainly plotting against me for some unknown reason. Perhaps it's the peas I feed you? They are good for you. End of discussion. No more horking.