We were so impressed tonight when Rachel GRABBED THE SPOON IN HER JAR OF CARROTS, SCOOPED UP SOME OF IT AND PUT IT IN HER MOUTH!! (in fact, we were so impressed that Drew prounced this momentous occasion "blog-worthy.").
It wasn't a perfect scoop, it was messy and some of it ended up on her face, but still...at least we know she can master eating with a utensil. What a relief. I thought I'd have to spoon-feed her in kindergarten.
We applauded her like mad, which made a big smile spread across her face and she tried to do it again before giving up and scooping out the carrots with her fingers. Sigh. We applaud the behavior we like and don't react to the behavior we don't like. Or we'll talk to her sternly. Result: She rarely throws food on the floor and has learned how to set her sippy cup in the cupholder on her high chair rather than toss it overboard.
I am trying to remain sanguine about the mess and figure that my treat to myself after she and perhaps a sibling are grown up enough to eat properly will be a complete re-do of the kitchen. So, let them fling food with abandon, I say. It will all be covered up with new paint, cabinets, appliances and fixtures.
Ha-ha-ha! Who am I kidding? We will NEVER be able to afford a new kitchen. Maybe my treat to myself will be to hire someone to paint it someday. Perhaps we will be able to at least install new cabinets and buy a refrigerator that won't leak.
Rachel does seem to love spoons. She'll put them in her mouth the wrong way, then grin mischievously to see our reaction. Wait 'till I tell her that Grandpa and Grandma taught mommy how to balance spoons on the end of her nose when she was a kid. I never quite mastered it. But I bet that Dad can still demonstrate how.
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