Do Not Look at the Dog Hair

Look what's on our carpet, now. Iain has officially entered the realm of cereal.

We have a household prejudice against Cheerios and Goldfish, so we introduced Iain to Rice Chex instead. As you can see above, not all the Chex make it into The Maw.

Guess how the dogs feel about this?

Iain was bemused at first. His father put a piece in his mouth and he just sat there looking at us.

We've been trying to explain the concept of "finger food" for a few weeks, and while Iain would eat something off of my finger, and he would pick something up off the high-chair tray, he would not connect the dots.

I thought Chex might solve that problem. And, sure enough, once he'd swallowed that first Daddy Chex, he dove right in. He thinks it's just as much fun to get them wet and then rub them into his clothing as to eat them - but whatever.


So long as the mental connection between his hand and his mouth has been made, it's only a matter of time before I can hand him the spoon and say, "have some applesauce, champ."