That’s right, folks. He officially used a plate tonight and it didn’t end up as a hat or a Frisbee. This is huge, really. The dogs are pissed, but my floor and table are a tad less filthy because of it. We are one step closer to raising a civilized little human. Now, if I could just get him to stop grunting and pointing at things he wants, pooping in his pants, flinging himself at the refrigerator, peeing (and pooping) in the bath, putting tumbleweeds of dog hair in his mouth, and, in general, just pooping and peeing in places other than the toilet, I just might end up with a little man who I can send out into the world with pride. I was going to add picking his nose in public to that list, but I’m not that ambitious.
Kendall is, like, about 13 and a half months old, I think… and he pooped in the hotel room last week… on the floor… sorry Embassy Suites… but HE EATS FROM A PLATE NOW!