Is That Peas on Your Cheek??

Yep, I’m throwing my hands in the air; I’m stringing up the pampers on a stick and waiving that flag of surrender.  I give up on feeding a one year old with utensils.  I don’t believe there’s anything more counter-productive than spooning (or forking) tidbits of chicken into the mouth of a toddler that’s more interested in using their fingers has self-made shovels.  “What’s this mom??  A spoon you say?  Looks to me like some sort of handy adult device used to catapult food across the living room!”

So when my mother-in-law gives me the death look as to silently inquire why my child is not using her silverware (what one year old really uses silverware anyway!), I can only hope that as I hand over that spoon to my daughter, she’s envisioning a target right at my mother-in-law’s forehead.  That’ll teach her to give me disapproving glances right??

So, I’ve resigned to allowing my daughter to hand-feed herself.  It actually looks like fun… who knew?  Maybe this Thanksgiving you’ll find both of us seated at the table cramming bits of mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce in our mouths using our fingers… and when we high-five each other, only my daughter and I will know the true value and enjoyment of feeling mashed potatoes and stuffing squished in between your fingers.