And so it begins. This morning Ana refused to eat any of her yogurt if I was the one feeding it to her. She desperately wanted to feed herself. Independence or some other such nonsense. So I, somewhat reluctantly, handed her a spoon and then the yogurt. A look of sheer delight covered her face as she slowly dipped the spoon into the yogurt, did a little shake (which I assume is her attempt at stirring) and slowly brought the spoon to her mouth. You could see just how proud she was written all over her tiny face. So I let her keep eating.


She did fine for awhile. And then as she began to get full and shoveling food into her face was no longer such an urgent mission, she became a little, shall we say, “lax” in her self-feeding. As I was watching her lose focus, I tried to gently remind her to “use your spoon.” Wanting me to understand she got the message she cheekily replied, “OOoon! OOoon!”


Promptly after that the spoon was immediately forgotten. Seems she has already developed an ability to tune me out entirely. She reached directly into the container with her tiny fist.


She pulled our her hand and realizing it was covered in yogurt, proceeded to lick yogurt off her fingers. Well, it may be messy (very, VERY messy), but at least she is feeding herself, right?


(Pictures were not taken today, but collected from previous dates to illustrate my point. As you can see, this is a regular occurrence.)