Torture at the Table

That is what Baylor goes through at dinner. Poor thing wants to eat real food so badly. For weeks, he's been mimicking our chewing at meals, but now that he's perfected the routine, he actually seems to think that we should give him food.

We usually pull his swing up to the table so he can feel like a part of the family even if he can't participate in the meal. He's fine for the first few minutes, but eventually he'll start kicking his feet with excitement. Then, he starts waving his arms, as if trying to signal us that he's there because in his mind we obviously forgot to fix his plate. From there, we move on to whimpering and squealing because that always gets our attention. By the end of the meal, he's wailing and throwing a fit because we are just mean and cruel for denying him a taste.

As a result of this dinner drama, we've learned to pretty much inhale our food. Well, everyone except Jax. He still takes forever, and now seems to enjoy waving whatever he's eating in Baylor's face, taunting him. He'll even say, "Baylor wants some, but he can't eat any. He's just a baby." Yes, Jax, but waving the chicken in his face doesn't help him understand that any better!