Rigby Bamboo

I've been hearing lately of mothers who have to limit the time their babies spend in various toys and swings, especially the kind pictured below.  With my two children, such a concept has never crossed my mind.  I think that the family record for patience with anything of the kind is about 7 minutes.  This record was set by Rigby, beating Bethelle's previous record by 6.5 minutes.

Earlier today I had him playing in it.  When I turned to look at him, he seemed to have discovered the mirror on it.

I didn't have my camera on me in that moment, but I swear he was looking into that mirror and making this face:

It looked surprisingly mature on him and caught me so off guard.  I couldn't seem to capture that maturity, so he must get it from his father.

I think Rigby is going to get fat.  We just started rice cereal and a little oatmeal and the dude is an eater.  He gets so happy when he knows it's time to eat.  The craziest part is when Bethelle feeds him.  She's actually pretty good at it and even wipes the spoon off on his gums.  Rigby seems to understand the comedy of a 2 year-old feeding a baby, because he cannot stop laughing when she has the spoon.  Then she cracks up and I crack up and cereal is flying...