Pancakes and powerful kisses

Ezra ate some pancake this morning. And then a big bowl of homemade puréed carrots and some blueberry oatmeal. That boy wants to eat anything he can get his hands on. He's just six months old today, but he's far more interested in food than his brothers were at this stage, or so it seems. I guess they each have to excel at something. He's not anywhere near as physically precocious as his brothers were.

Avi's new thing the past month or so is to give kisses and then say with total seriousness that the kiss is strong enough or big enough to "go all the way to Hawaii." Tonight he did a variation on that. He was being a pill AGAIN at bedtime. He was shut in his room at one point, but I had to let him out to go to the bathroom or risk an accident. I did, but made it clear I was very displeased and done with any nonsense. He finished and as I put him back in bed, he gave me a big kiss and said, "That kiss is big enough to show you I'm gonna be good now."

Noah mowed the lawn today. He started doing that last summer. How did he get so big? Some moments he's practically a teenager and the next moment he's having a three-year-old style temper tantrum about not getting something he wants.