Wes is at the age I love where he is turning from a baby to a kid, complete with better communication, better motor skills (Running! Jumping off of curbs like Charlie!! OH the knee carnage!), and acting more like a human being in general. It's good times. It's when I start enjoying their company more and stop feeling dread every time I leave the house. Except for today when he laid down and screamed in the church parking lot rather than holding my hand.
He's really lovely and getting cuter every minute. Tonight we took him and Charlie out for dinner where he was thrilled to learn that we had carefully selected a menu of brown items for his enjoyment. He does love brown foods.
He couldn't get enough of the macaroni and cheese, for example.
And here he demonstrates the proper technique for eating all the juice from the cinnamon apples. Put your whole hand in the bowl...
And then suck your thumb. Soothing AND delicious! He did something similar with the maple syrup at Denny's once. He's like a freaking hummingbird.
And then he invited us all to stand for the Benediction.
While Charlie played it cool.
The lady in pink behind Charlie complimented us profusely on the boys' behavior and the way we spoke to them like they were adults. Clearly she did not see me taking pictures of Wes licking his plate.