Popsicles!

Yum, frozen sugar water. Actually, I love popsicles, freezies, and anything else in the frozen sugar water family. And so does Baba.

Not only is Baba working on his sweet tooth, he is also working on some real teeth, so he is crabby, cranky, tired, drooly, and snotty. I was desperate to get him to stop whinning for 2 seconds. So I set him in his high chair and introduced him to the popsicle in all its frozen splendor.

He was a quick study. He learned to hold it by the stick and not the frozen part (my boy's a genius, I tell ya!). He has not mastered the fine art of eating frozen food fast enough that you beat the thaw, but slow enough you don't freeze the brain.

Lately, Baba has been on a sharing kick, which is great. I think it's pretty cute that he'll play with a toy for a little while and then bring it over to myself or Zippy so we can have a turn (must have picked that up at day-care). The sharing is not so cute when he wants to share his bottle of whole milk (gross!) or food that has been in and out of his mouth six times. I am not one to snub my nose at a popsicle on a 100 degree day, that's for sure.