My son, the charmer

I must say, there are some advantages of offspring not yet being able to talk: kids can nail down the truth pretty accurately... and Ned being able to talk little sentences by now enjoys doing exactly that, no regards to feelings or anything!!

Yesterday for example he told me that I had a big belly (thank you son!!) and just to enforce that fact he had to tell me again today. When I asked him if he had a big belly too he answered with "No"... bullocks... Then he told me later today that my mouth smells.... okay, I did eat onions, but still... hem... he also commented on the fact that there was a little dirt speck in my face (are you the dirt police or what???)... and when praying for Antie Jill he called her "big Auntie Jill".... obviously he's a real charmer... must come after his dad:o)

Well, and the other boy, how is he doing???

Okay, Cedric really sin't a... uhm... petite or tiny baby... rather quite the contrary... we call his thighs "killer thighs" and came up with the theory that he can sit like a rock thanks to them. But who would have thought that out whopper baby would be a picky eater??? So it came as a big surprise to us... the first couple of mouth fulls are usually okay, but after the big hunger is tamed our happy chappy turns into a little drama queen. He makes himself fall back in and and almost out of his chair, and the tongue tries to push out as much as possible... and if there are junks in it he starts gagging... so meal times turned into fun times, great . But obviously he isn't dying of starvation just yet and continues to be our little Mr. Sunshine.