Remember Henry Hawk from Looney Tunes? I may have to change Nathan's name. The other night I just happened to leave my dinner unattended for a minute or two, and this is what I found.
He stole my chicken wings!! It got really quiet, so I said, "Bryan, what's the baby doing?" He looked over and said, "He's eatin' a chicken." He had one in each hand and he'd slurped most of the breading off of one. I was laughing so hard I could barely hold onto the camera, and he was just gnawing away and looking at me like, "Whatsa matter, Mom? Never seen anybody eating chicken before?"
He's so darned cute and so smart, too. The other night we were over at Mom and Chuck's and he found Grandpa's cup. Chuck always carries a big thermal jug of watered-down Sierra Mist, and he likes to share it with Nathan. Usually we give him drinks by holding our finger over the end of the straw and putting the other end in his mouth. Well when he found Granddad's cup, he grabbed the straw, pulled it out of the cup, put his widdle-bitty finger over the end and stuck it back in the cup. Mom and I cracked up. He's definitly learning by watching all of us. I guess we're going to have to stop picking our noses and chewing our toenails in front of him.