mmmm.... sweet potatoes are sooo yummy --  that is, according to Tyler, who gets so excited when he sees the jar that he starts wiggling and grunting and doing his "little bird" impression.  I've also discovered an easy way to get him cleaned up afterward without having to fight him.  (Is it a genetic instinct or something, that little kids hate to have their mouth and hands wiped off?  It seems like they all do).  Anyway, I just carry him into the bathroom, run water in the sink and while he's playing in the water (effectively washing his own hands for me), he's so enthused he doesn't even notice me wiping his face.  Now if I can just think of something to distract Kevin with, next time he needs to go to the doctor for a prostate exam....