Messy Kid, Part I
Isaac has been fussy at the high chair recently. Starting last Saturday and going through until yesterday he would not chow down in his normal "don't bother me" kind of way. We tried going slower with the food, changing what he ate, and other tricks including "airplane" but none really worked. I hypothesized to Bianca that maybe he wanted to feed himself.
Well, that was it. In the morning he ate like a champ, as he always does. The two later meals it was the same pattern: a few bites, then a pursed mouth, violent head shakes no, and finally the windmill arms of interference, borrowed from The Who guitar player, Pete Townshend. Then we gave him a spoon and the freedom to do what he wanted in the high chair and all of sudden he was eating again. The results were hilariously sloppy. See:
We also have a few photos from the birthday party, though Dad's stomach flu made him less than a shutterbug.
Here is a cute one of Isaac playing around with his Nanny:
and here is one of the birthday people with Myles:
Well, that was it. In the morning he ate like a champ, as he always does. The two later meals it was the same pattern: a few bites, then a pursed mouth, violent head shakes no, and finally the windmill arms of interference, borrowed from The Who guitar player, Pete Townshend. Then we gave him a spoon and the freedom to do what he wanted in the high chair and all of sudden he was eating again. The results were hilariously sloppy. See:
We also have a few photos from the birthday party, though Dad's stomach flu made him less than a shutterbug.
Here is a cute one of Isaac playing around with his Nanny:
and here is one of the birthday people with Myles: