Dear lord please use your spoon.
You know how to use it. You are actually quite good at using your spoon. This phase of not wanting to use a spoon has me oscillating between amusement and frustration minute by minute.
I see your excitement as the gooey yogurt squishes between your fingers and the how funny you think it is to lick them clean. The delight you get from ripping your pb sandwich apart just to play with the sticky peanut butter. Brings me joy and high blood pressure.
Sweet boy. I’ll let you do it for now. Because you’re learning. I’m learning too. Learning you may always be my baby but you won’t always be little. So for now, be that little boy who gets to play with his food. But seriously DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING.
Muddling Mom 
Reading this as my child sits in front of me eating cereal with his hands… milk and all
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Been there. Deep breaths
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The memories!
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Oh yes, memories for sure! Maybe one day he’ll tag along with me to work and entertain my clients, but with his spoon manners intact of course!
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Oh he will!
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Hahaha don’t touch anything indeed! I understand! 😄
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And in one post you have beautifully shown the greatest joy and greatest frustration in parenting…
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Memories abound…but I find myself still saying it to my 21 year old who is home from uni!! Found you on Danny’s Reblog link post – great to connect, Claire x
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Haha. So you’re saying it won’t end?! Glad I could take you back. Thanks for checking me out!
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