The Baby has hit a new developmental stage where he's not so interested in eating. I mean, he still loves food and can pack back the bananas and crackers like nobody's business, but at mealtimes he's changed his tune. If he's sitting on your lap he's happy to have almost anything spooned into his mouth, but when left to his own devices, he's just not that interested in feeding himself any more. Which is a big change. We mostly try not to focus on the behaviour and my trick is to give him only one or two nice morsels of whatever we are eating at a time. That way if he eats them or not, at least he can't make a big mess with it. Anyhow, Hubs was home alone with the boys tonight for dinner, as I was at work and he made a delicious meal of meatballs, sweet potato and regular fries, and green beans. Hubs dished the Baby up a nice toddler sized portion and then went about eating his own meal. A little while later he looked over to see that the Baby had eaten it all. His tray was empty and he seemed very pleased with himself. It wasn't until Hubs went to unbuckle him from his seat when the meal was over that he found this: Yep, giant mushed up food stash tucked in next to his bum. He'd shoved nearly every bit of dinner into his 'cache'. I don't know whether he thought he was saving it for later or just getting rid of it. Such a stinker.
And I just need to show you his new 'look'. Here he is modeling a teddy bear sweater that I knit back in, oh, I dunno, the 80's? He found it as I was cleaning out a closet today and insisted on wearing it. Despite the fact that it is obviously too small and was originally intended for a stuffed toy, I kind of feel like he's pulling it off. Who knows maybe he's on to something? Just wait, its only a matter of time before cropped sweaters with cutesy intarsia motifs are hanging on the racks at Forever 21.