Cheerios

We are currently in the stage of life where we find Cheerios everywhere.  Not just in the high chair after meals or the occasional Cheerio on the floor (Oscar is not a real dog and does not seem have the greatest sense of smell), I'm talking ev.ery.where.  Finn and I were at the doctor's office a couple of weeks ago and as we were waiting I suddenly noticed a Cheerio on the floor of the waiting room.  Hmmmmm....the other baby was just two months old so I was 99.9% sure that he didn't bring Cheerios into the office.  No, it was Finn.  A couple of rogue Cheerios had found their way into his onesie and they were now finding their way out.  First one Cheerio, then another.  Slightly embarrassing and amusing all at the same time.  And despite the fact that it means mushed up Cheerio on my kitchen floor from time to time - I love it.

I love that he loves Cheerios.  I love that he quickly figured out how to feed himself Cheerios (literally one minute I'm having to put them into his mouth and 3 minutes later I look and he's popping them in, one after the other).  I love that he recognizes the box and gets the biggest smile when he sees it.  And I love that it isn't necessarily about the fact that he is hungry so much as it is about something he can do for himself.  Our Baby Bean's first little glimmer of independence.