Puppy

Ever been eating and heard whining and whimpering from near your feet? Maybe even felt some pawing on your pant leg? Looking down, you see a big pair of sad eyes that look at you, then your food, then back to you. That's right, we've got a . . . crawling baby.

Thomas's new nickname is Puppy (or Mr. I'll-have-what-she's-having), because he believes that all food must be for the baby (never mind that pregnant women like to eat too) even if he was just fed. Since we've been working a lot on drinking from a glass, even drinks aren't safe. His begging is pretty cute, except that he'll eat a good portion of your dinner off your fork, if you let him. It's really frustrating when you're eating something that he's not supposed to have until he's older. He doesn't believe you, if you tell him "Babies don't eat peanut butter, grapefruit, whiskey, etc."