It's been a very long time...

I've been busy getting used to Wylie and waiting patiently for him to start feeding me from the table. It's finally happened!

Scenario: Breakfast Sunday morning. Wyatt and Eli eating bacon (yummmmmmmm) and eggs in the breakfast nook, Wylie sucking/chewing on a biscuit.
Me: Patiently drooling and watching for Wylie to do the inevitable.

I pounce the moment Wylie decides he's done with a part of the biscuit and casually (trying to hide from mom and dad) drops it in the side of his highchair so it might fall to the ground.

Wylie laughs. I get food.
Life is good!