Seth's Weblog

When he was smaller, I opened more jars of baby diced fruit and vegetables and gave Cheerios at breakfast. He eats more meat now and fresh fruit and vegetables, but he doesn’t understand that it takes time to cook these things.

My mother said I screamed for my breakfast as a baby. He takes after me, although I think I may have been worse. He gets up in his high chair saying, “Eee, eee.” If that doesn’t work, he follows me, hanging on to me. I sometimes can’t even move. I strap him into his high chair and let him bang his head on the head rest. We will see how long it lasts.