Beefcakes at the Table

There was a time when our little Ryker was a little butterball, but now he's all beefcake.  He's not afraid to take his shirt off anytime, anywhere.

 It's nice that he's so confident, but it makes it hard to get him to eat when he's busy flexing the chiseled pipes.

 Rock is a little more reserved about his physique, and he prefers to drive the ladies mad with his shirt-tie-hat getup.  It makes the ladies guess, and that drives them crazy.  Also, they go nuts over his snot-stache.

 At dinner the other night he decided to try the Tobasco Sauce again.  Before it didn't go so well.

 Ryker was happy to stick with safe things, like plastic lids.

 Rock handled the Tabasco sauce a little better this time, but still didn't think that it went well with apple sauce.

 Rock likes to call people on the phone, and if they don't answer he says "call me back!".

 Ryker has learned how to kick his feet up while at the dinner table, and he's also learned to push himself over backwards.  Mommy isn't sure that she's thrilled about either new talent.

 I came home from dinner tonight to homemade chicken cordon bleu!  It was especially nice since DeA hates working with chicken (or any meat).  She did a great job, so I thought it needed documented on the blog.  Mmm...bleu...

 Rock saw me taking pictures of my food, so of course he had to take some pics of his own.  His pics might almost be better than mine.

 Right before the boys went to bed it started snowing hard.  They wanted to go outside and play in it, but had to settle for the window.

 Eventually they ended up wrestling like bear cubs, and Ryker is starting to fight back a little better.

 His favorite tactic is still to try and crawl away to his mommy.

 He is starting to learn how to throw his haymaker with more authority, and once he learns how to land it he will be able to play with whichever of Rock's toys he wants to.