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Utensils are Fun

I guess the goal is to get your kid to use a fork and spoon, right? One one hand, the Gremlin loves using utensils. On the other hand, it means a bigger mess and lots less food in the belly... well, the human belly at least.

Last night we had peas, shrimp and fennel and she was hacking away at the shrimp with her blunt fork. I felt kind of bad. There was almost no way she was going to get the shrimp on the fork. But she managed to figure out a system. This morning, after pouring her cereal, I was commanded to get a "soon" to eat the cereal with. And when I handed her the french toast sticks she looked at me like, "what am I, an animal? Where's my fork woman?"

Of course, every time we get food in the mouth using a utensil we have to say "yeah" and clap. Some times she tries to pull a fast one and will put something on the fork, take it off with her hand and then shove it in her mouth. Then she claps and wants all the praise. But we are on to this trick.

Meanwhile, the Monster loves the additional opportunities for more food. Who wouldn't?

And 2.0? Well, he is still holding out. It must be really crowded in there. I can't imagine he is very comfortable. How cool would it be if he were actually born on his due date, St. Patrick's Day?! Fingers crossed.

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