Icka is a pain in the neck sometimes. Her latest thing is her insistence on feeding herself. I am fine with that if she is eating dry Cheerios or a pretzel, but not when it is real-deal meal time. But when she had oatmeal the other morning, she was not having my help. (When I say “not having” that included climbing out of her seat-belted high chair, screaming at the top of her lungs, closing her mouth to the food I tried to get into her mouth, if I did get any food in she would quickly push it out with her tongue…you get the picture.) I usually insist on the upper hand, but since I was up with the little twirp until 5:30 the night before, I finally gave her the spoon and bowl and said, “Have at it!” (Somehow in my mind, I was “showing her” — didn’t quite work that way.)
For 16 months, I was pretty impressed with her ability.
But when she got another spoon off of Nonnie, it all went to pot.
Blurry, but applicable.
I think we are going to keep her food dry for a while. This wet stuff is way beyond my comfort level.
Here she is with her cup of “dry” popcorn at the fair. She ate this like a pro. (Probably due to her man hands so she could “one-hand” the cup.)
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