I was wrong. Cheerful, yes. Aggressive, yes. But not mellow.
The other day I had him sitting in his high chair. I needed to keep him occupied so I gave him a quarter of a graham cracker, which I thought would buy me at least 5 minutes.
I watched as he took it, broke it in half, stuffed both halves into his mouth, waited a minute and then swallowed. He then proceeded to bang on his tray for more.
Then, when I didn't get more cracker fast enough to suit him, he dismantled his tray. He managed to unsnap the white liner, played with it for a minute, then tossed it onto the floor and moved on to the more challenging task of taking his tray off. I couldn't believe my eyes. It's like watching the giant baby in Spirited Away destroy the house. And, by destroy the house, I don't mean make it messy. I mean take the roof off and go after the foundation with a jackhammer. We've taken to calling him the baby dinosaur because, well, it fits.