First of all, apologies for the unplanned hiatus. Life--or at least, student papers--sometimes gets in the way, but I certainly didin't intend for anyone to shrivel up and die. Of course, the person who made that comment is currently frolicking in a Caribbean beach as we're praying fervently for spring here in WI, so I don't feel too bad.
Anyway.
As Isaac's first birthday approaches, we're realizing that there are certain skills we probably need to be emphasizing more. As first-time parents, sometimes it's hard to comprehend all of the things that we are responsible for teaching Isaac-bear. For instance, he's now a pro feeding himself with his hands; in fact, he's so good that he now attempts to eat all sorts things he finds on the floor. But it's really just occurred to me that I need to step up and let him figure out how to use a spoon. After all, I don't want him to be like a little wild animal. So we've been practicing most mornings.
We're at the beginning of stages of the transition from feral cat* to Martha Stewart dining companion. As you can see, Isaac's double-fisting his eating utensils: his Gram bought him a double-sided spoon for Christmas, which he greatly enjoys, but obviously we can't expect Isaac to eat from just one spoon. That would be sheer madness.
He also has trouble figuring out which end of the spoon to put in his mouth. But even more troubling, he apparently has difficulties figuring out where to put the food. Perhaps babies absorb nutrition through their toes?
We'll figure this thing out, but in the meantime, breakfast in our household strangely resembles dodgeball.
*We've resumed our weekly playdate with one of my lovely mom friends, and her adorable fourteen-month-old calls Isaac a cat and tries to pet his head. Sometimes she gives him suspicious looks, like she confused by his half-baby, half-cat form. It's completely hilarious--and fairly accurate.
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