Well, my kiddo must have baby-super powers with the ability to pull up the internet and read his mommy's blog. And then feel super bashful about what she wrote. Because the day after that post published, Henry decided he'd start to feed himself.
|Self feeding baby! You just do you, Henry. Just do you.|
I had been coaching him for months and months how to take the piece of food he picked up and bring it to his mouth instead of smashing it and throwing it on the floor. Months and months. So once again on a Tuesday afternoon, lil' H and I found ourselves at the table for a snack. I was likely answering blog emails or futzing on my phone, one eye on my kid and one eye on what I'm trying to accomplish.
Then, the day after that post went live I tell you, Henry looked at me while he fed himself a piece of cheese. I stopped what I was doing so I could clap, smile and praise him. And he did it again. And again. And with other kinds of foods, too!
I won't bore you with further details or share the obscene amount of video and photos I took of this seemingly non-monumentous event. But I did laugh and find it incredibly ironic that the day Henry decided it was time to feed himself was the day after I told the world he couldn't/wouldn't do it.
Isn't that just like a baby?!
They do things on their own timeline, that's for sure.