Tea Time! (With Plastic Chicken)

The calm before the (spaghetti) storm

The Weather Channel will be posting pictures of the aftermath. Regardless, kudos to the crab cake for trying new foods! Yes, I called Miles a crab cake.

Brunch with Miles

And he's a big person fork and plate, though we've moved back to the high chair. His little table is just to easy to flee from with the spirit strikes, and he is often moved by that spirit to run about and hide in cabinets. BTW, waffles are now his favorite food group.

Lovin' Spoonful

(Bill Cosby would be proud of all of this Jell-O product placement. Frazzle-snazzle!)

Good thing Miles can walk on his own now; Jesse refused to carry him to the bath tub. Oddly enough, Miles is not the only one with some sensory/ tactile issues in our house. Dada has some major reservations about gooey substances, i.e. pudding, finger paint, lotion, etc. Think I might develop a sensory diet for the elder one, too. Obviously, Miles is making major progress in this department. What you don't see is kiddo rocking out in the rice box during his therapy session. This week, my kitchen floor looked like an impromptu wedding was held there. A wedding where rice was used instead of birdseed. Maybe I could do some subversive techniques with Jesse, like hiding rice in his gloves. Hmmm.... maybe I am onto something, surprise therapy! Wait, isn't that called an intervention?

Regardless, Miles is turning into a spoon master. He's much chiller when he's calling the culinary shots, and I am more than happy to indulge him in this department.

And, on an unrelated note, in one month and one day, Miles will be 2 years old! Woo-hoo!