mango monday

it's just another mango monday, ohh whoaaaa

(80's song over.)

being half filipino i have a tremendous love of mangoes.  when i was little, i remember going to some distant filipino family reunion up in canada.  i don't have too many memories from it, but what i REALLY remember is hovering over the grass smearing my face in mango juice as i devoured that juicy yellow fruit.

and i always hoped my children would love to do the same.

we got some "champagne" mangoes from costco recently and i saw fit to repeat my old tradition, this time with my bebe boy.

and he freakin loved it.  the mango pieces were a little slippery for those little chubby fingers so they were sliding all over the place....and into his clothes.

i showed him how it's done.

together we polished off 3 mangoes.

after we were done with the main parts of the mangoes i gave everton one of the pits to suck on.

and we chewed em like they were our pacifiers.

everton refused to let the soggy pit go.  i was only able to snag it when it slid out of his hands.

and like always, i forgot to put a bib on.  

later i would find mango pieces in his ears and on his forehead.

and in his diaper, but in another form.