Good Manners

Since the second he could feed himself, W has been a particular eater. He uses his spoon, likes to wipe up with a napkin, and prefers his food in a certain place. Good manners? Yes...to a certain point.

Eating one Cheerio at a time.

O, on the other hand, can't stuff his face fast enough. He picks up as much as possible with both fists and shoves them both in his mouth. It took him quite awhile to grasp a utensil. Even now, he may eat with a spoon, but there's a good chance he still has a fist full of food to go with it. He's always been a good eater. Good manners? Um...no.

Sometimes W just looks at him...in amazement? in disgust?
"Dude...slow down."

He's sure proud of himself though.

So is W...and so are we.
Good manners are coming. They don't throw their food and drink nearly as much when they want something else or when they're done.

Daddy thought it was bad manners to have my son's hair like this...too long, scruffy and poofy. It made his head look about twice the size it should be. Haircut time for my boys.