The many faces of our now 1-year-old girl.

Today as I was tidying up the kitchen Wes observed me moving a honeydew melon to the counter. He pointed to it and said, “ball.” I explained that it wasn’t a ball, but fruit.

He wanted to hold it, so I handed it to him but warned, “Don’t throw it.”

The next thing I knew the melon was tossed to the floor. I picked it up and told him again that it was fruit. We don’t throw fruit, we eat it.

So then instead of throwing it Wes started doing this: