I read online about one mom who gave her son a pile of flour in his high chair. She mentioned that it was messy, but that it kept him entertained. I love messy! To me, messy means fun! But in an effort to be responsible, I raided the garage until I found a tarp. I carried it down to the basement where I spread it on the floor. I brought Ryder's high chair down, put it in the middle of the tarp, poured a scoop of flour in the middle of the tray and stood back with my camera. I was hoping to capture an adorable kodak camera mess....I hadn't counted on Ryder eating the flour. I don't know why, that hadn't crossed my mind. He does put EVERYTHING in his mouth these days. Ofcorse he didn't like the taste of the gummy flour, so there were a couple of tears at first, but pretty soon he got right into the joy of the "mess!"
Eventually, the shirt had to come off!!
Good times had by all!!!!!