banana fana fo fana

wil is an eater. at the ripe old age of 5 months he's already showing skills that could rival any major league eater. he loves sweet potatoes, has a real soft spot for kiwi and goes bananas for, well, bananas. however, his desire for the banana has gotten a bit out of control as of late.

exhibit A:

it's not a spill...it's BA-NAN-A

on thursday wil enjoyed a banana as an afternoon snack. for all the fun he had i didn't enjoy myself quite as much. no...from the beginning he was fighting me for control of the spoon and launched into a huge gutsy cry when i didn't refill said spoon quickly enough.

exhibit B:
i have asked nicely for the last time...i want that spoon lady

because wil is only 5 months old and cannot yet feed himself i insisted on holding the spoon. what insued was a fight not only for control of the spoon but the bowl as well. he not only cried for the spoon he resorted to SCRATCHING me and grabbing my shirt. alas, when i got all the banana down him i was going to get down him with any respectibility left, i gave in...i gave up. i gave him the spoon. unsatisfied, having only scored half of the bounty, he began attempting to launch himself out of the bumbo to get to the bowl. again, i gave in and handed him the bowl. he immediately shoved his face his face down in it and, quickly realizing it was empty, threw it on the floor.

exhibit C:
now didn't i see a bowl around here somewhere...

exhibit D:

this just in: lucy does not eat sloppy seconds

my go-to gal, lucy, was called in to destroy the evidence. in an unlikely twist of fate she decided that food cast aside without any care was definitely not for her. this resulted in my sprinkling cheese ON THE FLOOR over the banana. (please do not ask me why i did this. i am a new mother. i am tired. i do strange things from time to time. if this is as odd as it gets, let's consider ourselves lucky.) lucy happily lapped up the cheese...and left the banana behind. (snob) ironically, later, when i removed wil's clothes and put them on the floor to take the hamper, lucy happily lapped up all the banana off his shirt while i washed wil. REALLY?

the rest of the evidence is below. wil fought me for control of the banana and he won. of course i think the joke is on him because he ended up wearing more of the banana than he got in his mouth. oh, and where is the bib you might ask? ripped off by our dear wil in the melee and cast to the four winds. no picture of that. you'll just have to take my word for it.

here are some shots of the victor savoring his win. there are no shots of the loser. when you are a loser no one wants to take your picture.

round 1 (and only): wil

vic-tor-i-ous!

aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...banana

i think i'm gonna need a short shower

when do we eat next?