this is "the look"

yesterday he learned to feed himself those Joes O's.  Every once and a while he'll erupt in a tortured cry because he didn't quite get his fingers clear before he bit down.  and that's when (and only when) he'll reach for me these days.  otherwise, its dad.  always dad.  so I know I'm sick and twisted that I look forward to when he yells out in pain when his fingers get stuck in the drawers, or he pulls a pot onto his toe.  usually its some limb stuck inside or between something.

and don't worry, that bullet is still going strong.  we're thinking about perming it, just to make it a little more classy.