Tyler is starting to figure out that he has hands at the ends of those chubby-
whubby arms. And recently started to grab everything in his reach. Today he discovered his new
BFF the monkey that dangles from his
car seat that seems to follow him everywhere... I decided to take Mr. Monkey off of the car seat and let Ty play with him - you know, up close.
I now recognize that Tyler saw Mr. Monkey as a threat to his own cuteness. He was "
talking" to Mr. Monkey in a not-so-cute tone and was looking at him very
sternly in the process... I believe there was something to this effect going on...
Tyler's inner monologue: "Look Dude, this is my space, my Mommy, my time... basically - My Show. I am not quite sure what you are doing here or what you are trying to prove, but I am bigger than you and cuter than you could ever hope to be. That being said, please take you place back on the car seat... we'll talk next time we go out... Get it?"...
And just to be sure Mr. Monkey understood that Tyler meant business, he gave him a little nibble....

Hopefully,
Mr. Monkey took the point...