Everett has figured out where the good stuff is kept. He’s found one of his favourite: grapes! For the most part, we’re feeding Everett what we eat, minus most of the salt and sugary things. We’ve been trying to get him in the routine of eating with us at the table as he’s been getting crazy sitting at the breakfast bar when he’s the only one eating. At the end of dinner, we sing the wiping the fingies song and wipe the tray with the rag. Everett tries to help. When we want to try stuffing him however, he does better on the go – running around distracted with some toys, then coming by the table for a flyby bite of food.
