Joey was just a little talking bug today- jabber, jabber, jabber. Gotta love it. He ate three slices of pizza for Daddy. PIZZA. You know, with tomato sauce and cheese and bread and sausage, all together, mixed up and layered to be bitten through, not picked apart. PIZZA. Joey. I am still on the floor in search of my teeth.
I was working over at Mom's today, so I got this news via phone with husband, rather than witnessing the event myself. Our van is on the fritz, so mom had to shuttle me around today, so we took Joey to church for music. He sat there and listened like any sweet little darling, curled up on the pew next to Grandma. He tried to sing the songs today and everything.
He was doing so well, that when we returned home to find Andy had fallen asleep, we decided to just take Joey out to eat.
He was SO excited. He just learned the sign for
"restaurant" so he was showing it off gleefully, while informing all and sundry, "I am going to the restaurant! I am being in the restaurant! I eat in the restaurant! I am going in the restaurant!" He got to order his food himself ("I want the french fries and the chicken!") and pick out his food from the salad bar (he wanted mashed potatoes, cottage cheese, and watermelon), and even got his ownself-serve ice cream for dessert. But most amazing of all, he tried new food! He ate Grandma's cabbage (with and without cheese), and baked potato!
Who is this child, and where did they take Joey?
Seriously, he had a grand time, and really seems to be turning a corner on food and oral sensitivities. But now he is complaining that the church music is too loud, and covering his ears.
I was working over at Mom's today, so I got this news via phone with husband, rather than witnessing the event myself. Our van is on the fritz, so mom had to shuttle me around today, so we took Joey to church for music. He sat there and listened like any sweet little darling, curled up on the pew next to Grandma. He tried to sing the songs today and everything.
He was doing so well, that when we returned home to find Andy had fallen asleep, we decided to just take Joey out to eat.
He was SO excited. He just learned the sign for "restaurant" so he was showing it off gleefully, while informing all and sundry, "I am going to the restaurant! I am being in the restaurant! I eat in the restaurant! I am going in the restaurant!" He got to order his food himself ("I want the french fries and the chicken!") and pick out his food from the salad bar (he wanted mashed potatoes, cottage cheese, and watermelon), and even got his ownself-serve ice cream for dessert. But most amazing of all, he tried new food! He ate Grandma's cabbage (with and without cheese), and baked potato!
Who is this child, and where did they take Joey?
Seriously, he had a grand time, and really seems to be turning a corner on food and oral sensitivities. But now he is complaining that the church music is too loud, and covering his ears.