
"Uhh... no dad, that's okay. You can drop me off here at the corner"
August has finally started eating food. He has taken to sweet potatoes with the same enthusiasm that he shows for milk. He likes to grab the hand of whomever is feeding him and thrust it towards his mouth, inevitably gagging himself with the spoon. It is at once inspiring and disturbing to watch.

A couple of weeks ago August went to the EdVenture Children's museum butterfly exhibit, wherein he developed a taste for butterfly flesh. We have since been unable to satiate his thirst for butterfly blood
"Where do babies come from?"
"Well son, we found you in a pumpkin patch, and here are the pictures to prove it"
sausage putanesca, artichoke/tomato/thai basil/bleu cheese salad: "yeah ma, I'll have a little bit of that"