Super Size Please

Shane has found his fingers. Let me rephrase. Shane has found his fist. Why settle for a thumb or a teeny tiny index finger when you have a fist? Over the last two days I've been finding Shane slurp, slurp, suck, slurping on all five fingers. He looks up at me, face covered in slurp and spit with a happy grin and content as can be.

While he's still working hard to fit his entire fist inside his mouth, his attempts are noble at best. Shoving several fingers in at a time and using his other hand to guide him, he tries and tries. And when just his thumb makes it in, the rest of his hand is flat up against his face. I can just barely see his eyes peeking through his slurp slurping hand.

It's rather messy. It's rather slurpy. It's rather cute.