A few weeks ago my friend asked me if James had reached the stage where he would no longer allow me to feed him with a spoon or fork. I believe my answer was something like, "No, I wish! Max still makes me feed him sometimes." James must have heard and watched little Isabella feed herself that night, because the next day he was demanding to feed himself. When I say demanding, I mean pushing the spoonfull of food offered to him by me away from him with such force as to toss food all over the kitchen. If that sentence makes no sense it's because I'm tired, not because I stupid :) Anyway, here are the results of his new found feeding freedom...
Eating yogurt, wrong side of spoon
Eating yogurt, wrong side of spoon
Still the wrong side!
Giving up and using hands
Things only got worse when his shirt came off!
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