Learning to feed ourselves.

Jessica has been so great about trying to get the babies to use the little tiny plastic forks and spoons we bought for them a couple of weeks ago — she’s got them to the point where they’ll eat almost their whole lunch with their cutlery. Then Justin and I screw up all of her hard work at breakfast and dinner out of pure laziness — we don’t want to put the time and patience into working with them as they slowly eat with their spoons in the morning and I can’t face the mess of it in the evening. Truthfully, in the morning we just don’t have time to let them eat for forty minutes, which is what it takes when we let them eat their oatmeal by themselves. But I decided on Sunday that we really don’t have an excuse on the weekend…and I need to rid myself of the guilt of undoing Jessica’s progress. So on went the bibs and out came the spoons.

Emme did quite well, which didn’t surprise me, since Jessica said she had been doing really well with her lunchtime cereal.

Good Lord, just looking at this picture has my OCD raging. I cannot stand the fact that they wake up in the morning, all clean as a whistle, and then promptly cover themselves in oatmeal. Oatmeal in their hair, people! See, this is why potty training is going to be so hard for me.

She was like a little robot, dipping that spoon in the bowl and shoving it in her mouth.

She’s not great at getting a lot on the spoon yet, but other than that, she’s mastered this whole concept.

Moving on to the boy child.

Remember that scene in The Miracle Worker where Annie tries to teach Helen Keller how to eat by herself? We re-enacted that scene on Sunday morning, Jack and I. Jack did an admirable job of playing a deaf, mute, spoiled brat. He just wanted me to feed him. I would load the spoon up and try to hand it to him and he would crane his neck out as far as he could to try and lick the oatmeal off of it before I could try shoving it in to his hand.

He did have some success, as long as I was putting the oatmeal on the spoon for him.

But this is what happened if I tried to get him to use the spoon to scoop out more oatmeal.

And when the bowl was taken away from him and I tried to show him, again, what to do with the spoon…

But, this is Jack. Jack is resistant to change. Transitions are hard for him. When I brought a sippy cup into the nursery the first morning we decided to drop the morning bottle, you should have seen the reaction. He looked from the sippy cup to me, incredulously (THAT IS NOT A BOTTLE, MOMMY), three times, before slapping it angrily out of my hands (YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, MOMMY. THIS SHALL NOT STAND.) .  This lasted two or three mornings, then we were fine.

Those Elmo bibs they’re wearing are quite the hit, by the way. They’re the only things Emme can’t yank off (they go over their head) and, as it turns out, she doesn’t even want to — she wears both hers and Jack’s around her neck after the meal is over. We got them at Target, and they’re kind of expensive (around $8 for two) but they’re worth it.


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