Thursday, June 2, 2011

Davy Donuts

We have decided that if we ever decide to become a Mafia family, this will be D's mob hit man name. I think it sounds pretty tough.
After watching David stuff donuts into his mouth two at a time, I have no further doubt that this is, indeed, my child.
He did pretty well with spaghetti, too. We are working with him on a better way to let us know when he is finished eating or otherwise unhappy with his food, as he still insists on throwing the offending items across the kitchen. The dog has been happy to clean up most of what he throws, and has even begun napping under D's high chair during meal times so as not to miss out on any choice offerings. She has taken a few high-velocity sippy cups to the head (hard enough to make her yelp), but has decided it's a risk worth taking for the chance at grabbing a flying hot dog.

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