Monday, October 8, 2007

Cereal Killer (or Killer Cereal)

On the drive back from Boston, in honor of Columbus Day, I discovered a new world: I fed myself a bottle.


When we got home, I inaugurated my new throne, well, high chair. King Ferdinand, eat your heart out! Despite my regal perch, I was a little apprehensive about what was to come...


...spoonsful and spoonsful of cereal. It wasn't gr-r-reat and I didn't go coo-coo for it, but tomorrow it will be part of my complete breakfast.

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