Messy and Tidy

The Big Boy Messy Update:    My son doesn’t care where the food goes, as long as the parts he cars about going into his mouth.   He doesn’t like to lean over his plate to eat, preferring to push he plate back from the edge of the table so more food debris can land on the table itself.   He leans back while he eats and gets crumbs everywhere.   The dog loves him above all others for this reason alone.  Only this morning I had a discussion with him about eating the cinnamon toast with the cinnamon side facing up so more got in his stomach and less on the floor.  

And let’s talk about napkins.   Shirts are not napkins—but my son can’t seem to remember this.   Pants are not napkins—only my son seems to insist they are.   He has been threatened, reminded, cajoled bribed and punished in the hopes that napkin use might become a habit but we have so far met with failure.

The Tiny Girl Tidy Chronicles:  My daughter likes to eat very carefully over her plate.   She leans forward and tries to get the food into her mouth.   There is a bit of a visual issue going on but since the food is necessarily close to her face in order to be eaten, she is usually able to see it quite well.    She can eat spaghetti with a fork and get large amounts easily into her mouth.   She is good with ice cream too, losing very little down the sides of her mouth.

But let’s talk about napkins.   She has an obsession with them.   She has a need to keep her hands clean between bites.   If the food is messy or is finger food, she’s even more aware of the need for napkins—and this means needing a lot of napkins.   She will go through several cloths or a collection of paper napkins in a meal if you let her.

Fitness Update:  I ran with my cousin today in our fitness room.   School was let out early due to high winds, thunderstorms and possible tornados.   We got some rain, very little wind and some nice sunshine for what was predicted as a terrible, awful day.   It was highly localized so there was bad weather, it just wasn’t where I was.   At any rate, to be safe from the drizzle and partly cloudy weather my cousin and I ran on the treadmills in the fitness room.   It was fun because we could run at different paces and we sped up and slowed down at different times.