O, O, Os for Oliver

When Oliver was about 7 months old, he ate his first cherrios (affectionately known simply as o's at our house.)  He managed to get a few in his mouth, got a few stuck to his face, and kept most of them on his tray.  O's even got their own song (O, o, o's for Oliver, Oliver eating o's!)

Since then, o's have been a snack, but not a meal.  Breakfast has been toast, pancakes, waffles, muffins, eggs, fruit.  All the basics except for cereal.  I didn't know how he would feel about milk on o's, and quite honesty, I wasn't sure how well he would do with scooping it up with a spoon.  He can use one well enough, but half the time he still opts for fingers and milk is, well, really liquidy.

This week, though, Oliver wanted o's at breakfast time.  So I gave him a bowl of cereal - with milk.  Once he got over the trauma that was caused by me pouring milk on his o's and telling him he had to eat them with a spoon, it was a lot of fun.  He was so proud to be eating cereal just like Daddy and Mommy do.  And you know what - he did a really great job.