Is there rehab for babies?

My son has a little problem. It is the paper... it has him hooked.

He wakes up in the morning...
and after Lilo and Stitch and after waking up his sister... it is the very first thing on his little mind.

Give me more paper.

He likes Karina's drawings, but the crayon aftertaste ruins the effect.

He prefers glossy magazine and print ads.

Guero thinks he actually ingests it, I am not so sure. I think he just crumples it up and slobbers on it a little bit.

I tell ya, I am not sure who is more excited to see the Sunday paper - JJ or me? Wednesday is a good paper, but we have to wrestle over who gets the grocery ads.

Today was a delicious day. A big fat (not yet juicy) Vanity Fair came in the mail. (I won't let him eat, nor will I tear out pages from an Ensign - I think that might be sacrilegious, and I don't think that is what is meant by "feasting on the Word").

I put the magazine down on the floor and JJ dove right in - head first. He tore the pages to shreds and spread them out on the floor, all the while maintaining a position that looked like a dolphin in flight - both arms and legs in the air. He kicked his feet with excitement while he slobbered and bobbed his way through 250 pages of slick paper yumminess.

I let him go. After all, his sister was at preschool, and I eat when I am lonely, too.

At 2:10 it was time to start the Preschool carpool brigade. I grabbed him, flipped him over and put him (gently of course!) in his carseat. It was not until I started to buckle that I noticed...
Promises in Malibu or Dr. Phil's favorite - La Hacienda in Texas?