Enoch, you got your first tooth!

You got your first tooth, day before yesterday, sweet baby!!!

I'd been wondering when it was going to come in, and why you have been wanting to nurse sooooo much.

Now I know.  

And your interest in food has dramatically taken a turn.

In recent months you barely paid any attention to any food.

When I'd give you some you'd just play with it and not put it in your mouth.

I tried baby food and you took great care to spit it back at me every time I came near.

Then, two weeks ago, at Papa and Nana's house, I gave you a piece of corn on the cob. 

They all thought I was crazy, but I had a feeling you'd go for it.

Go for it; you did!  You attacked that corn like there was no tomorrow.

Ever since then you've been eating anything you can get your hands on.

Just today, after church, we went to the Mexican restaurant here in town.  You were eagerly anticipating trying some food.  I gave you a few bites of re-fried beans and you decided you didn't like those.  I realized that there was some avocado on my plate and gave you that, and you seemed happy.  That is until I got engulfed in a conversation and didn't feed you fast enough.  Next thing I know you're pulling yourself up on my arm.  When I put you in my lap you just started grabbing two fist fulls of rice and chicken chimichanga and shoving them in your mouth.

We're about to take you fishing, so I need to go help Daddy find the tackle box.

I love you,  Mama.