feeding of the Clinton

Feeding Clinton is no task for those who let their mind wander.  It takes full concentration.  Especially when the feeder is me.  Patt documented my effort.  Raleigh was with us as Patt and I were taking care of the kids as Stephen and Jen were out — We set them loose for a couple of evenings.  I think they appreciated it.  We had fun with the grandkids.  

This is Clinton's early evening meal.  Get this out of the way, then bath and  then early to bed and early…   well you know how it goes, — Clinton will be healthy, wealth and wise.  

Raleigh got closer and closer to me as the meal progressed. 

Finally picking up one of the "backup" spoons and loading it up for me.

Simple enough, just switch hands, and maxing out my eye hand coordination.

Raleigh is having fun

Clinton is patient — or was with me— and he actually  is a rather slow eater, unlike most of his relatives.

I realized upon looking at the photos that this was a true team activity and …

that I modeled expected behavior for Clinton when a spoon approached his mouth.  I was mostly successful.

Jen feeding Clinton was an entirely different operation.  I took this photo one morning and the Mom/son process certainly seemed more relaxed than with me and Raleigh.

AND a few last photos

Clinton Deuce and Derby

Getting along very well

Raleigh and a tower were built,

and helping Lou wash dishes.

and now we are back in North Carolina, enjoying spring but missing the excitement of Panama.