She's me. He's him.
That summarizes the last 7.5 months in one sentence.
AH just isn't as laid back as Robbie.
Case in point. Eating, teething, overall grumpiness this week.
Day 1: "eh, something is amiss, let me chew on this flip flop"
Day 2: "I'm going to bathe in my own drool"
Day 3: "I WOULD LIKE TO EAT THIS BLOCK FOR LUNCH"
Day 4: "WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING MY TEETH THINKING OF FEEDING ME, OMG STAY AWAY FROM MY MOUTH, MAMA, YOU HEIFER"
Day 5: "Look at my wicked 104 degree fever. Gotcha!!!! Oh the doctor says teething? I could have told you that. Hey Mom! Fever means I get to hang in your office! This used Tupperware is delicious! This shoe? Delicious! This trash can? Awesome! Can I eat this piece of paper????
Day 6: "Orajel is funny"
Day 7: GIVE ME A PORK CHOP, A GRILLED CHEESE AND SOME CORN ON THE COB, SCREW THE PUREES, NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.
(This is our week in summary)