Temper, temper...

Nathaniel, 7 months old,  in a hand-me-down outfit from Reid.

We had a fun Easter (besides four flat tires on the car). Grandma and Grandpa Hoffman drove to Toronto on Sunday. We went out for breakfast at The Purple Onion. Grandma taught Nate a new game - he coughs, then you cough. Then he coughs. Then you cough. And so on and so on. 

Nathaniel also had chocolate for the first time (Mommy was outvoted) and loved it, of course. After a roast beef dinner, Grandma and Grandpa went home and the three of us drove to Kitchener (the tires were fixed by this time) to visit Grandma Darasch.

The big milestone this week was learning how to throw a fit when we don't get what we want. Yes, Nathaniel has found his temper and he sounds like the Tazmanian Devil. 

Mommy's biggest challenge is keeping a straight face. Nate is also cutting his third tooth which is not helping with his anger issues. 

The best news is that we're going on two straight weeks (with one or two blips) of sleeping through the night - eight hours in a row!

I've noticed that the baby seems to be weaning himself as he manages to get more solid food into his mouth. He only nurses three or four times during the day and, besides his bedtime bottle, once at night before I go to bed. His pincer grasp is developing well and he fed himself homemade macaroni and cheese for dinner last night. I don't know why, but I am still surprised daily by how much that child eats. Hollow leg!

Here's a video from about a month ago of Nate eating broccoli...