Last night was a big step for the little man's growing independence.
For the first time ever, he fed himself....with utensils!
Maybe I'm reading too much into this, but I think I got a little tear in my eye as I thought to myself, "My boy is now a MAN!" Sure, he's been shoving fistfulls of Cheerios in his mouth for a long time now, but THIS, this is different.
Last night, he ate pizza off of a fork that he was
holding all by himself--without jabbing himself in the eye. Of course, Mommy was still helping him out a little bit. She would cut the pizza and stick it on the fork, then lay it on the table beside him. Every time she laid it down, he would first reach for the food on the end of the fork, but then--with a lot of mental effort--redirect his hand to the other end of the utensil. He got so good at it that he soon grew impatient with Mommy. She had to rotate two forks to him to keep him happy.
With these new found manners, he can eat a meal and not have to
take a handy-wipe bath afterward. Now we can send him off to a dinner with the president without fearing that he'll embarass us with his barbarian eating style.
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