Miles marvels at the "stroon" -- part spoon, part straw -- that arrived with my Magic Spoon order. "Daddy! I want to use this thing!"
"How many spoons do you need, Miles?" "I need moar."
Three utensils in front of him, and of course my kid opts to eat cottage cheese and couscous with his fingers.
In his quest for independence, Miles has discovered an all-consuming desire to grasp his own eating utensils, whether or not he can actually use them productively. He was particularly cranky at bedtime tonight, clearly hungry but unwilling to accept any food that he wasn't scooping from a bowl himself. As I've grown accustomed to doing, … Continue reading Year 2, Day 74