You are a busy boy Mr. Jack Attack.

You are still doing your Tank thing, walking over any object in your way.  Why look and change your path when you can simply crush it!

You’re cutting new teeth, so some days are less than fun lately.  It’s not like you to fuss and cry, but sometimes we just have a bad day.

You’re also getting a bit of a temper Master Jack – very fun to watch from my perspective and Grammy’s too.  You let it be known when things are not going your way.  They don’t last long, and you get over things quickly.

You’re just asserting your growing independence… putting your foot down, expressing yourself and shaping your world.

But birthing teeth and temper tantrums are no match for meal time.

Mommy calls your stomach your “buddha belly.”  It’s round and jolly and cute, yes, but nowhere as big as a buddha belly.

You absolutely l-o-v-e to eat, that’s true.  I’ve never heard a baby (certainly none of our seven grandchildren) cry such a horrible cry when food disappears from your tray and there’s no replacement round on the way.

It’s a pained animal cry… pure devastation.  It’s as if you’re saying “I cannot freaking believe there is NO MORE FOOD for me… how can these people do this to me? Are they freaking savages?  It’s unacceptable and it’s flat-out cruelty.  I will never forgive them; I will report this… I can’t possibly go on with life any longer as I know it.”

Something like that.

You are some pissed off.

But once you’re cleaned up and are back on the floor, life does in fact go on and you are delighted doing your mobility thing again… with a full stomach.