I must not be feeding him enough.

Clark is a funny kid. He constantly does stuff that cracks me up. He has a great sense of humor already (he gets that from his dad) and just seems to instinctively know what will makes us laugh. He also amuses me with things he does that I don't expect. He's only a year old, but he is stuborn (gets that from me) and will try things repeatedly until he figures them out. Here are a couple of stories from the last week that made me laugh. I took pictures to try to capture some of the events.

A little bit of background on this story: Clark is pretty good at entertaining himself and we have the baby gates set up to keep him from wandering into the kitchen or up the stairs so he has free reign of most of the living room. But, when he gets really quiet I know he's up to something. He also likes to go back over to his high chair after he finishes a meal and eat the cheerios or goldfish off the floor if I haven't cleaned them up yet. So, the other day he walked over toward his high chair and was quiet for a few minutes. I figured he was up to something so I stood up to see what he was doing. He was crouched down on the floor between the ottoman and the dining room table with something in his hands that he was cramming in his mouth. With closer inspection I found it was the core of my apple (which he and I had shared a few minutes before and I had laid on the table to throw away when I went into the kitchen). He was so pleased with himself that he had eaten every little bit of apple and most of the core. I figured he couldn't really hurt himself with it, I let him keep his "prize" and continue to chew on it. I turned around to get the camera and when I came back his hands were empty and the stem of the apple was sticking out of his mouth. He had crammed the whole thing in his mouth at one time. Here are the pictures.
This is Clark cramming the whole apple core in his mouth.

Here he's handing to left over pieces to me.

This is all that was left.

I guess he was a hungry boy.

Then yesterday I was packing Clark's diaper bag getting ready to go to Grandpa's. Clark's not usually allowed in the kitchen because he eats Hank's dog food and pulls out the dishes in the cabinets so he thinks it's a great treat when he gets to explore every once in a while. Because I was only going to be a few minutes and I had already put Hank's food and water up I let Clark come with me into the kitchen. The pantry door was open so Clark walked straight for it, grabbed a box of Chocolate Cheerios, sat down on the floor, opened the box, took out some Cheerios and proceeded to eat them. Of course Hank wanted to get in on the food action, so he came over and begged for some, which Clark happily gave him. I don't have any pictures of him getting the box, but here is the sequence of his eating and sharing with Hank.

Caught. Look at that face...it's like he's saying, "What Mom? I was just hungry."

Hank waiting patiently for his share.

Clark getting them ready for Hank.

Sharing with Hank.

Going back for more.

The chocolaty crumbs as evidence of his deed.

He looks well fed, but I guess he's trying to tell me I don't feed him enough :)