Dinner around here is a little crazy. Especially with Andy working ALL the time. Literally. He didn't even make it home last night. Anyway. Dinner by myself is a little nuts because I'm trying in charge of cooking (while entertaining Jackson); feeding Jackson and myself (usually this happens later); and trying to keep the mess to a minimum. Jackson, of course, is feeding the dogs while I try to juggle these tasks. Sigh.
To make things slightly easier, dinner is naked. Not buck naked, but down to a diaper. Often times even without a bib.
Jackson thinks it's great fun to 'feed' me. And it started out when he offered me some of his watermelon. I gladly took a small bite and he went back to munching. NOW he wants to feed me everything. Tonight it was a piece of sweet potato pancake. . .covered in chicken pot pie and smashed peaches.
Yum. (Gag). I do find it incredibly endearing and have gotten very good at pretending to eat his sweet offering. Pretty much anything to get one of his million dollar smiles.