The Next Best Thing

What do you do when it's still too cold to go outside and play and have a picnic?

You climb on the bench at the kitchen table, pull up the blinds, move your food to the windowsill, and watch for the airplanes that you keep hearing. He did enjoy himself. He kept telling me there were planes in the grass. He wishes.
Atleast he ate his lunch. We are making slow but steady progress in the picky-eating area. Thank Goodness. And yikes, these pictures make my kitchen look terrible.