This is how Nolan likes to hang out in his ExerSaucer... with his legs propped up on the side.
Such a cute face!

As far as his eating goes... he's doing better, but still has a ways to go. He'll eat almost an entire jar of baby food some days, but other days it's hit and miss. We've decided to hold off on the speech therapist for now and keep working with him on eating from a spoon. When he's really hungry he does the best. I am convinced that a good portion of his issue is his disdain for baby food. Whether it's the texture or the taste, I'm not completely sure. But I do know he doesn't care much for it. He does like his teething cookies, though. (And so do the dogs, I might add, since the floor is where the remnants end up. When they see him in his high-chair, they start hovering because they know, sooner or later, he's gonna throw something on the floor!)

Papa Starr dedicated him.



Grandma and Nolan.
Poor Talon, trying his best to smile nice for the picture, and still hold on to his active little brother who has only one thought in mind.... "Must get down. Must get down..."
Of course, we had to take a few family pictures!
Hey, where did Aunt Lacey go?
Oh, there she is!
Sure love this little booger!!
This picture turned out a bit blurry, but I just had to post it. He was just cracking up. I love it!
Daddy and Sissy.
Uncle Roger and Aunt Jenny came.
Our Little Nolan James,