Mmmm, corn!

Tonight, we sat down for a dinner of grilled chicken, corn on the cob and french fries (which, of course, we swore we'd never feed Noah until he was like 17). So I go through the trouble of cutting the corn off the cob for Noah, but as soon as he sees us munching on our cobs, he starts whining and reaching for my corn cob. I hand it to him, sure it will end up on the floor within two seconds, but in an instant, he's going to town on it, just like a big boy.

Noah is only 15 months old, and I never would have imagined that he could hold a corn cob and eat it all by himself. Obviously, we need to work on letting him grow up and do things for himself. Tomorrow, we're going to learn about the vacuum...