Bite?

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.

After dinner it's rub-a-dub-dub, Jackson in the tub.