While I was in Washington I received a bunch of pictures (via text messages since the laptop virus incident is still in the process of being resolved) of the little dude from my parents and sister. This one was by far my favorite and is the background on my cell phone now (speaking of my phone, it took some substantial damage at the hands – or should I say teeth – of a certain 13 month old today – but that’s another story and not really his fault since I am the one that lets him play with it – thankfully Friday is (hopefully) new cell phone day for Dave and me – how’s that for a tangent?).

When Adam was about 5 months old his favorite toys were the eggs that came with his Fisher Price Farm and a spatula. He still plays with the eggs on a daily basis. However, I (or it might have been Dave – yeah, let’s blame it on him) accidentally put the spatula back in the drawer with all of the other kitchen utensils after washing it a couple of months ago and that was the end of the spatula obsession. That is until last week when Aunt Stacy got Adam the mother of all spatulas.  I can’t speak to the spatulas functionality in the kitchen, but there on the end of the handle is an egg.  According to Dave the only way it could be more perfect is if it said “Adam” on the side of it. I think the little man likes it just fine the way it is (he can’t read anyway). He’s been crawling all over the place with it and even insisted on holding it earlier when I gave him a bottle before nap time.