Acorn squash, to be exact. I eat that now, in addition to the infamous rice cereal.

Life is good with the squash. It makes my spitup a bit more colorful now, and validating the use of my numerous unsightly bibs, which, no matter which one I choose, always seem to clash with whatever I’m wearing.

In other news, I’m also working on drinking out of a sippy cup. Mommy got me one with handles, so I can grab it. And by grab it, I mean smack an open baby Hugo palm onto it thrusting it far out of my reach, and thus causing me to employ the fake cry, “ahh he, hehe, ahhh he he”. It gets Mommy every time! And before I know it, Mr. sippy cup is back in front of me, for me to swat at once again.

My roomie-Mc-room-room is done being painted. I love it. Stimulating, yet calming. Vibrant, yet subtle. Patterned, yet abstract. Child-like, yet mature. My parents are just so clever. (Applause)

And while we’re clapping, let’s put our hands together for Monday. Awesome!