Brady at Seven Months

Brady is currently devoting most of his energy to attempting to crawl, so it's becoming increasingly difficult to get a monthly photo of him on his football blankie.  I can see a glimpse of him as a sullen teenager in the above photo, minus the thumb sucking.  Hopefully.

This month, Brady's two bottom teeth pushed through.  He is currently testing them on everything he can get into his mouth - his toys, his books, his blankets, his hands, MY hands... yes, Brady has literally bitten the hand that feeds him.





In other news, Brady's diet has expanded to include some veggies.  He is now demolishing man-sized portions of almost anything offered to him.  Almost. 

Peas are a polarizing vegetable in my family - my dad loves them and my brother hates them so intensely that at one memorable Thanksgiving dinner, he accidentally consumed one that was hiding under his mashed potatoes and threw up all over the table.  Having now prepared a big Thanksgiving meal myself, I have a much greater appreciation for the restraint my mom showed in not screaming/crying/refusing to make a holiday meal ever again.  That is a LOT of work to put in, only to sit down and have it covered in vomit.  But I digress.  Since peas seem to be a love-them-or-hate-them veggie on the Milhous side, and Bryan loves them, I was very curious where Brady would fall on the subject.  Without a doubt, I can report that for the time being, he strongly agrees with his Uncle Al.  Peas were the second vegetable I offered Brady - I tried sweet potatoes first, which he adored.  After three days of polishing off sweet potatoes like nobody's business, I figured I'd give him some peas.  He opened his mouth wide, probably expecting another heaping spoonful of delicious sweet potatoes.  When the peas hit his palate, his face registered shock, betrayal, and finally disgust, before spraying them all over his high chair in a way that would have made his uncle very proud.  I tried one more bite, thinking maybe it was just the shock of something new.  Upon being offered this poison a second time, Brady's face turned beet red and he began to grunt angrily and bang his fist on his high chair tray like a little dictator.  I ditched the peas and offered him some of his rice cereal, which he accepted hungrily until he detected trace amounts of pea contamination due to the use of the same spoon.  At that point he went back to red-faced protest, this time throwing in some violent back arching for good measure.  Message sent, message received - not a fan. 



Not amused.