raspberries, grapes, and elephants

my littlest man has learned the fine art of blowing raspberries.  he doesn't do it all the time, and of course never on command.  he does, however, have a superior ability to do it while he's eating.  "what's that you say mom?  you'd like some of these green beans sprayed all over you?  no problem!  consider it done!"  i should be happy that i can often get out of the way of the food spray, whereas with carter, he sneezed oatmeal on me every.single.morning...until he stopped eating oatmeal.

also in our food exploration, i got holden one of those mesh food teether things.  i loaded it up with grapes last night and gave it to him.  he stared at, flopped it around a few times and dropped it, clearly not impressed.

so i took my fingers and sqeezed a grape open and then stuck it in his mouth.  hmmm...this has potential.  after a couple minutes he was going to town and loving them.  can't wait to try some other things in there!  definitely glad i stripped him naked first though, as he ended up covered in grape juice.

big topic shift:  boys are loud.  they are so, so, so loud. i have no idea why everything they do has to be done at a decibel level that rivals attending a concert.  12 inches away from someone? better yell so they hear me!  getting out of bed?  better jump, thud, stomp stomp stomp!  opening a door?  better throw it open so as to scare the bejeezus out of whoever is on the other side (me)!  i think to myself, why are boys so loud?  and then i look at the biggest boy in the house (my husband) and the answer is clear.  he is just as loud.  i often hear tales of people complaining about their upstairs neighbors while living in an apartment, yet i get to experience the loud elephant stomps of my husband even when he is DOWNSTAIRS.  i see my cute little niece just cruising around, living life, making hardly a peep.  she pretty much gets swallowed whole in this house.  well, i'm off to practice banging cabinets open and closed so i can fit in...