Thursday, December 4, 2008

Dear G

An open letter to my sweet, sweet G,

I love you. I am glad you are all about using big boy utensils and learning to do everything by. Your. Self.

I won't try and help you anymore. Your highchair meltdowns have got your point across vividly.

Mommy, aka SPC


Slacker Mama said...

Sooooo cute!

We're so in that stage with A (and have been for months -- though sometimes it seems like years).

On the other hand, not a meal goes by that I don't have to remind E, "Please use your fork."

emstitt said...

We're not at that stage yet (obviously), but we are at the stage where he blows raspberries with his mouth while eating and sprays green beans, sweet potatoes, peas, etc. all over your clothes. Skip was feeding him and his $100+ sweater got a fine misting of peas all over it, as well as his perfectly pressed white dress shirt. Had to laugh...

Sweet Pea Chef said...

Slacker, isn't that the great parenting irony?? We are in the same boat!

Erin, gotta love those raspberries...Although your E is so adorable, I don't think that would even annoy me.