I was trying to get ready to go out to dinner Sunday night and needed Mr. Man to entertain himself while I finished. I put him in the bumbo. He's way too big and too strong to sit in it. He was determined to destroy everything within reach and he almost pushed himself off the bathroom counter. I found the hat he came home from the hospital in and put it on his head. It didn't even come close to fitting. When he was born he had a head in the 50th percentile. I think his head is in the 100th percentile now. He's huge.
One of my favorite dinner dates from Sunday night.Mr. Man loves his bottles. He's been practicing holding his bottle. It's good practice so I don't have to do it much longer. I love independent children.



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