A mixture of boy, dog, and Cheerios

Imagine this... a Great Dane (puppy), a ten month old (boy), and a mommy trying to keep her sanity. Not very likely, but fun to say the least.

My morning usually starts with breakfast (duh). Breakfast for Duke, breakfast for Sean, and God willing, breakfast for mommy. While Sean's oatmeal is cooking, I generally cover his tray with Cheerios to ease the constant scream because the microwave isn't fast enough. I've already raised the highchair to its highest point to keep Duke from eating whatever may be up there, but between the two of them, plans are hatched.

I couldn't figure out how the Cheerios kept disappearing at a speed faster than Phelps swimming the freestyle. Ah ha! Sean has discovered the method of feeding the dog via the hand. Instead of taking the Cheerios from his tray to his mouth, he now takes the Cheerios, holds them over the side, and puts them into Duke's mouth. What Sean hasn't figured out is that though feeding the dog is new, fun, and interesting; it makes the Cheerios disappear faster meaning no Cheerios for him. Great. Though he continues to feed the dog, he has started to sneak a handful to himself every so often.

I tried to get him to give me some, but he doesn't get that just yet. He holds a Cheerio out to me, gets it almost in my mouth, then quickly puts it in his and laughs. Okay. So he shares with the dog, but says no way to mommy. Alright...

just remember who the keeper of the Cheerios is!