First off, I’m a terrible photographer. There it is. But, I’ve got a little story to tell. And I’ve got pictures. Bad pictures to be sure, but, like I said, there it is.
When Alex was a toddler, I fed him the same as any other toddler I’ve fed. I used the plastic-coated little baby spoons and spooned mashed goodness into his eager little mouth. Then, he used those same plastic-coated spoons and eagerly spooned mashed goodness into his mouth. Somewhere along the way—kind of forgotten where—it stopped. No utensils would go into that eager little mouth.
The mouth grew bigger thanks to food that could be eaten without utensils. Crackers. Eventually pizza. Then noodles. Yes, noodles can be eaten without utensils.
You can’t really tell (bad photographer, remember), but I am feeding Alex noodles using a fork. He’d let the fork into his mouth, but didn’t try picking it up with hands—at first. Then, he’d pick it up after I stabbed the noodles with the fork.
So, back to me feeding Alex; but forward, because it’s with a fork!