This morning, Ian insisted on feeding himself yogurt. From the looks of it, he might have gotten a couple of spoonfuls into his stomach, but it mostly wound up on his bib. Still, he has to learn to feed himself, so I just let him go ahead and make a mess. He is getting to be so independent. He wants to do everything himself. Then he was in one of those moods where he didn't have his "listening ears" and was making a mess with the Cheerios. He tossed them around so much that they were in his hair -- you can see one residual Cheerio still in his hair as he throws Cheerios around:

Ian spent the rest of the day running errands with Daddy, picking up Abuelita from the airport and at a friend's bridal shower where he met some other children and had fun playing with helium-filled balloons.