Craftastical!

WELL! I HAVE SOME GREAT GREAT GREAT news. BUT I can't share just yet. I'll just say that I was screaming on the phone to my sister yesterday and I would have been jumping up and down, but I twisted both my ankles last Friday and then proceeded to run a 5K leg of a relay and hurt them both badly, I've been limping around for days, so no jumping for me. But this totally makes up for it.

Anyway, here's another anecdote about Griffin and his food. Yesterday, I got the kids spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. I left the room for a minute. Griffin was in his highchair after eating some (okay, two helpings of) rice cereal. He was happy, so I left him in there. I'm sure you can see where this is going. Here's a visual reference in case you are lost:



Yes, Maxton got sick of his spaghetti and passed it down the hierarchy of unwanted food. If Xander doesn't want something, it goes to Maxton, so naturally, Maxton assumes that if he doesn't want it, it should go to Griffin. And he's so casual about it too. Like, "Here Griffin, I don't want this enormous piece of garlic breadstick, would you like to nearly choke on it?" Guess my lessons in sharing have been learned all too well.

And yes, some of the noodles ended up in his mouth. Luckily, the meatballs were safe on his lap.

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