So the other night we decided to give Emerson ravioli again, for only like the third time in her life. We figure she's older, wiser and knows how to use a spoon/fork now. Again, I stripped Emerson down to her diaper...I wasn't taking any chances with this one. I put her plate down with a bowl of greenbeans on the side. Like any good toddler Emerson was eating her greenbeans and hadn't touched her ravioli.
Brooke says: Emerson, try to eat some of your ravioli.
Emerson says: But mommy, I don't have my poon!?!?!?
(That would be spoon for all you non-toddler talkers!!)
(She said this with a slight hint in her voice as if to say, You crazy woman, how am I supposed to eat this without a spoon...do you want me to use my hands? I would be a mess)
I had ultimately forgotten to give her a spoon; I probably thought she would just use her hands anyway. But, in the end, it really didn't matter. Our outcome almost a year later, and with honed spoon and fork abilities, turned out almost the same way it did a year earlier. But even though she was a mess, I know she had a fun time eating it with her