Friday, July 26, 2013

For Love of Yogurt

It's been several weeks now since I threw caution (and any hope of constraining the all-too-unavoidable mess) to the wind and allowed Michael free use of a spoon and his own cup of yogurt. He's actually done quite well, despite my reservations. I've yet to end up with yogurt on the ceiling or walls, though the floor, table, chairs, and sliding glass door are another story, entirely.

Here's a visual update on his progress at yogurt-eating finger-painting, in case you were wondering:

It seems that my little guy has got some hidden talent to express.

And he sure does love his yogurt.

Abby, on the other hand, has displayed an interest in window-washing in response. The first time Michael painted on the door (perhaps a week ago), she was very keen on cleaning it off- to the point that I thought it might be fun to indulge her and let her have a crack at the glass with a paper towel after it was sprayed down with some Windex.

I forgot to take care of the mess right after lunch today, so it was still there this evening. And wouldn't you know, I had to carefully avert the tantrum that began to brew just after dinner when I instructed her to follow her father down to the playroom and she, instead, wanted to "clean the window."

There's got to be a way for me to use her burning desire to my advantage in the future...