Monday, January 17, 2011

I Was Born With A Plastic Spoon In My Mouth

I wouldn't say that NJ has mastered using a spoon, but she's headed in the right direction.

I like The Who too, Daddy, but this spoon is made of silicone.
Once NJ realizes that she's got to hold the spoon upright on the entire journey from food to mouth, she'll be golden. Last night she dumped as much yogurt on the front of her dress as she managed to deposit into her gob. At bath time, I carried her into her room to change at arm's length. Today things went a lot smoother.

As you can see in the lower right, The Wife stands at the ready to help out -- there's been lots of two-spoon eating lately. NJ'll nail it down yet.


  1. Fwiw, which I realize isn't much :-), I discovered when my munchkin was 18 months old that forks are actually WAY easier for (most? some? only my?) kid(s) to eat with than spoons. Which is kind of odd, considering we all try to teach them to eat using that spoon way before we offer a fork.

    Kid-sized forks with less-than-sharp tines (let me know if Nancy will be back down in Portland anytime soon because we have a bunch that E has outgrown!) are just *so* much easier for the little ones to actually succeed at getting food from plate to mouth.

    We only made that discovery when we visited family in Boulder who automatically put out the kid forks their tweens had long ago outgrown at mealtimes.

    As with all unsolicited advice from folks you've never met, feel free to cheerfully disregard. :-)

  2. Thanks for the feedback! I don't think we even have a kid's fork -- if we do I don't know where it is. I guess it's easier to stab something solid and lift than it is to balance something, usually a liquid, from the plate to the mouth.