Our son, the Vegan.

If meat of any kind is involved, feeding time in the Jackson household immediately becomes an event in and of itself.

It is the weirdest thing - like somehow our 6 month old with a little pea-head has the wherewithall to immediately figure out that on a particular night, we are feeding him meat and not veggies or fruit. I guess his sense of smell is more developed than one would have imagined...

As soon as we open the jar, he will set his face into a determined, if not stubborn, expression.



Then comes the actual taste test. He will all of sudden become overly dramatic, gagging and rolling his head around like we're shoving mud (or worse) down his throat.



After this becomes absolute refusal to open his mouth. I think that if his nose were stopped up, he would rather suffocate than allow us to sneak in another bite. (Also, note the lack of clothing. This is because he has been know to spew whatever does make into his mouth ALL over the place. That's fun.)



Well, no worries... He doesn't know it, but he is being duped on a daily basis now since we just add a few tablespoons of our meat of choice into whatever veggies or fruit he is having that day.

Anyway, other than the occasional battle over nutrition, life is just getting more and more fun and exciting.

Of course, we celebrated the Gator's winning the national championship!



The obsession over wearing sunglasses continues...



Oh! And we have invented (well, maybe discovered) a new game. While complicated, it can be played by yourself.

Step 1: Put something over your eyes. Squeal. Kick legs. Laugh. Thrash about some more.



Step 2: Remove eye covering and act like you have just invented the wheel or something equally amazing.



We've also become very "helpful" recently. We help type, talk on the phone, pet the dog, etc...

Here we are helping take pictures.



...if you would just give that to me...



And last but not least, Georgie. Now that Knox is somewhat mobile (albeit, it is awkward and more often than not, thrwarted by lack of balance), our poor basset hound is played with on a daily basis. "Play" is defined by grabbing jowels, ears and tail in a suprisingly strong but tiny grip and pulling them to one's mouth to chew on.

Sometimes I wonder if she is going to run away...