Feeding Frenzy

Armed with a spoon and an appetite, Miles attacked his chicken 'n' sweet potato dinner.  Orange blobs landed on the floor, the dogs, my arms, and all points in between.  In an effort to teach a little independence, we ended up dousing the high chair.  Luckily, the pup-fronted clean up crew swooped in during bath time.  (Miles has become their official provider of treats.)  He got so gross, so caked in jarred sludge, so sticky icky that I had to undress him in the tub before filling it up.  That's my boy!