I Thought You Were Done . . .

Lately, Julia has been letting us know when she has had enough to eat. She shakes her head, sometimes says (very clearly), "No," puts her hands up, and/or reaches to take her bib off. We get the message, and we excuse her from the table. Well, excusing a baby from the table looks like taking her bib off and setting her free from her high chair.

Last night, after Julia had let us know she didn't want any more macaroni and cheese, we let her loose. Evelyn, meanwhile, continued to eat her supper, and Troy and I stayed at the table to keep her company. After putzing around the kitchen for about five minutes, Julia circled back to the table. She probably wanted to see why everyone else was still sitting there. Ah, what's this? Big sister still had food? Well, maybe Julia wasn't finished after all. And maybe Evelyn was getting full. I snapped a picture to show the conclusion of this story: