Feeding time at the zoo

We have reached that age (one of many difficult ones), with headstrung boy no.2.

We are not allowed to feed him anymore (or at least not for long). We have tantrums, squealing and a resolutely closed mouth.

Independence I think runs in both sides of his genes (like his brother).

This morning it was weetabix, and he is getting quite good at it.

Tonight was my home made lasagne, and a fork this time.

Needless to say between food and the bottle of milk a bath was squeezed in.

He did eat most of it, and the look of happiness on his face when he hears "well done", or "good boy John" makes it all worthwhile.

Tomorrow his Godmother is coming down to babysit. (only joking )

Let's see how he behaves then!