Tired Toe Head

Miles had a bit of an 'episode' during dinner one of our first nights in camp. He'd dig into his (for the life of me I can't remember what that yellow stuff was) dinner and alternate between putting it in his mouth or his hair. On a few occasions, he went with his spoon to his hair for food instead of his tray. Why do we give Mr.Mr. a jar of baby mush? Well, when he gets tired, he refuses most foods which require chewing. So we are left with the pureed food, often jarred baby food; because by this time Mom and Dad are now also tired.

Handsome boy!