Adventures in self-feeding

That's what Drew wants me to call this blog entry because...drumroll please...Rachel began feeding herself tonight! (well, sort of). For the past two nights she has grabbed our hands as we held spoonfuls of her baby food, and guided the spoon toward her mouth. So, tonight we decided to dump a bunch of applesauce into a little plastic bowl Drew bought months ago in the shape of a turtle. We handed her a spoon to see what would happen.

Well! She dipped the spoon in and took a little applesauce and PUT IT IN HER MOUTH! (yes, all my mom friends, you are probably hysterical with laughter because your kids are doing pre-calculus already, but we think this is pretty cool. Even though, because we're approaching our mid-40s, we're supposed to be blase and bored with life). She then proceeded to try to turn the bowl upside down. Drew stopped her, but after that it was a losing battle. It's as if she wanted to do this new thing a couple of times, then stop because, well, she proved she could do it once, right? So why bother to keep doing it? Mommy and Daddy might start taking her brilliance for granted...

She then started whining for the cordless phone. When I gave it to her, she stared at it intently while pressing the buttons. I swear it looked as if she was texting all her baby friends. ("Hey guys! Now I get the spoon thing! Now if I can only figure out how to open these stupid cabinets -- anyone know how to break the baby locks?")