Saturday, March 24, 2007
Christopher is assuredly my son. Today, at dinner, he started getting fussy. We were stumped. He had slept just an hour earlier. We changed his diaper right before he went into the high chair. Plus, he was being fed.
Apparently, the food was coming too slowly. On a whim, we put the bowl to his mouth and just shoveled the food in. Using the new method, he finished the cereal and carrots in under a minute. Next, he cleaned out half a tub of applesauce and the the rest of the peas and rice from breakfast. He looked like he wanted more, so we cracked open some bananas. In a few seconds, the tub was bare. The empties just kept piling up.
He was mad because the spoon was taking too long. Yup. He's definitely mine.