Xander does everything big. Apparently there was a poop so large earlier today, the only logical conclusion was that the Apocalypse was nigh. So he had to get some rest — straight up sleeping himself into a stupor.

He’s been drinking ridiculous quantities of breast milk and demanding more. Loudly. So today marked the day Xander was introduced to solids. And I use the term “solids” very loosely since a powdery excuse for cerial mixed with breast milk doesn’t qualify in my book. Roll out the steak and then we’re talking. So here he is taking his first few “bites.”

And because I’m on a video rampage as of late, here’s the real deal.