So how can you tell when the lunch special isn't his cup of tea?
We'll have to work on those table manners. Yesterday morning, after church he tossed his sippy cup across the table, knocking over my coffee all over my pretty Sunday dress. I swear, I just sat there. I think I even took another bite of my pecan roll, just sort of pretending it didn't just happen. I guess I picked up the knocked over cup because I then took another sip of coffee to wash down that bite of pecan roll. And then I woke up and sprang into action, mopping up and saying things like "This is why we don't throw our sippy cups!"
He's teething...a big old flat molar pushing its way through his gums and making everything just a little harder. Got any good advice about teething?
I'm working this week on getting the next issue of inspiredideas up...and I can't wait for you to see the next inspiredfriend! You're going to love it all, I just know it.
Hope you're having a swell day. Keep cool and don't forget to chase the ice cream truck if he comes to your neighborhood. I think I hear him now...ding ding ding!