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MJStump said…
One brave mama (I'm still too scared to try), and one Awesome little guy!

Thanks for sharing these big moments with us!

Love, hugs, and prayers,
Jody
April 24, 2010 at 10:30 AM
Alicia said…
This made my heart happy!!!
April 24, 2010 at 11:53 AM
Anonymous said…
Way to go Trevy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
April 24, 2010 at 6:25 PM
JSmith5780 said…
Awesome job Trevy!!
April 26, 2010 at 4:17 AM
Adesta said…
Way to go Trevy!!! He did so well too! I loved hearing him say "Uh oh". Too sweet.

Thanks for sharing D!
April 26, 2010 at 5:00 AM
Katie Ireland said…
AWESOME!!!
April 26, 2010 at 8:25 AM
Sophie's Story by Elaine said…
Wow!!! Way to be brave. I know it is hard sometimes. Because exhaustion sets in and you just don't want to deal with the mess. Flying bowls of cereal and milk...not a fun thing to clean up but you do have a dog now ;)

I love hearing his little voice...especially the uh-oh. Too cute.
April 26, 2010 at 2:31 PM
Mrs. M said…
Yay!!
He's doing so great!
The oh-oh was as clear as a bell. And I loved the wave. And when he put the cheerios back in his bowl that had come out with spooning/scooping. Little smartie!
Hugs.
Margo
April 26, 2010 at 8:22 PM
Anonymous said…
Fabulous!

He did really well!

Using his right hand well, too!

I wonder what he would do if he had a spoon in each hand? Or a spoon in just the right hand?

I must get better with posting video...some day....when I get braver. ;)

Barbara
April 27, 2010 at 8:12 PM
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