Matthew is growing up fast, and everyday I realize it more and more. He desperately wants to do things by himself; so much in fact that it can bring him to tears. And then I remember that I do still have a baby as I scoop him off the floor with my back screaming in pain under the stress of a good extra 29 or so pounds to comfort him yet again. It's kind of funny to see him get frustrated with his motor skills, or lack thereof. Just watch him try and put an arm on Mr. Potato Head. It tests his patience.
I stopped buying yogurt for Matthew to eat a few months ago because he was refusing it. I thought I would try it again since it had been awhile and also because he's totally into spoon-feeding himself. We've had small successes with tiny bowls of applesauce, so I figured I could give him a go with his own cup of yogurt and spoon. I've hesitated for a long time in making this self-feeding step with utensils because in my mind I could just see the bowl/cup being capsized and the spoon first being tapped on the tray as food is strewn about only to then be violently tossed in the air and landing with a splat on the floor. Thankfully, it seems I have waited the appropriate amount of time because Matt grips the spoon and cup with authority and determination and no funny-business. And I don't dare try to help him...he quickly turns his torso to the side with an iron grip on his food while kindly telling me no. Alright, maybe not so kindly. The yogurt oozing down his chin drives me bonkers but he won't let me touch him while he's delicately maneuvering spoon to mouth to cup, so I try and busy myself with something else. He knows he's made a mess because at the end he holds his sticky hands up gesturing for me to wipe them off so he doesn't get yogurt all over his other food on the tray.
This week we've just been playing and cleaning and making multiple trips to the grocery store in our usual fashion. Oh yes, and watching the rain of course. Sigh.
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