Dinner time over the past week has changed. Previously Jacob sat in his high chair and calmly ate what we fed him. When he was done, he said, "Done." We washed him off and that was that.
Now days, he likes to eat dinner at the table with us (with a place mat and everything). This is OK because recently, in his high chair, he decides he is done and instead of saying something he does this:

He just climbs out.
Eating with us at the table is fine, but I do miss how the high chair tray tends to catch a bit more of the crumbs than the table does.
This is how he looks after some meals. Don't be alarmed, he is not bleeding--this is his version of eating toast with jam on it.
Then there is the car. I swore as a single person that my car would never be crummy (or if it was, for no longer than a day). We have been home a week from our trip and this is still the floor of the back seat.

In fact, yesterday when we were driving around, Jacob held up a raisin he found in his car seat, said, "Raisin" and threw it in his mouth. Poor kid! I could be out vacuuming it right now rather than doing my blog, but this is warmer and more interesting. :)