Alright, spoon is in hand. Not quite sure what to do with it, Warner decides to just use his other hand to feed himself.
Yes, that is the plan. Just eat with the left hand. 
Wait, the spoon is coming toward the mouth ... no, that's your nose Warner. The spoon goes to your mouth, not your nose.
Maybe next time.
Warner is fascinated with the computer. Our Mac has a program called Alpha Baby that essentially locks the keyboard and mouse. It brings up shapes and letters whenever the keyboard or mouse is moved.
It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it.
Kevin's parents came up Saturday to watch Warner so Kevin and I could go to a wine party. He loved the time with them (as usual) and we enjoyed the night out.
The party was a wine tasting of sorts, where each couple brought an unmarked bottle and we then voted on our top three favorites. A $10 bottle (Elvis "The King") beat out the pricey ones, so maybe Kevin will quit making fun of me for buying cheap wine now!
Like....
After running 3 miles with his Mom,
Grocery shopping with his Dad,
Being fed his favorite snack (cheese and crackers) out of his high-chair,
Playing in the kitchen cabinets while his Mother prepares supper, and
Wearing whatever his Mom and Dad can wrestle on him. Warner will let you be the judge.
My cousin MaNell and I have always been close. With an 18 month age difference, mothers that are very close sisters, and a childhood spent living nearby, it's not surprising. But after losing Meredith, I am even more thankful now for our relationship. 
We got to see our Muncie family, including Great Grandma and Grandpa Warner. Warner was partial to my Aunt Kathy, probably because she looks and acts so much like my mom. But the peanut butter, brownie, and ice cream she fed him probably didn't hurt either.
Warner fell outside on the deck today and busted his lip. You can't see it that well from the pictures, but he's pretty banged up on his chin and bottom lip. 
I of course freaked out and cried right along with Warner. He bled for a while but it seems to be healing okay. I called the pediatrician (imagine that) and they told me they don't put stitches inside mouths, so I guess there isn't anything we can do. In the meantime, I'm thinking about making a sign for Warner that reads: "My mother does not abuse me, I'm just learning to walk".
Warner was a turtle on Friday for Halloween. After wresting him into the costume for the fourth or fifth time (we had lots of Halloween activities this week, and I'm a mean mother) we tried for some pictures on the front stoop before trick-or-treating. 
As you can see, Warner was more interested in rolling the pumpkins off the stoop than getting his picture taken. We then played in his house a bit before heading out.
Warner wasn't so sure about the whole idea of walking up to neighbors and getting candy.
After visiting a few friends on our street, we headed to the other side of the neighborhood where my Bible study friends live. We met my friends Kelly and Candace and their sons Ethan (chef) and Will (pirate) there. 
Warner managed to chew open a package of jujubes and swallowed one piece before we could stop him. We did let him have a pumpkin cookie, which he loved. I'm sure the no-candy-policy won't go over so well next year.
