I have no idea how to turn this video upright, but if you tilt your head to the left it looks alright. (We thought we were taking a picture, but it came out video)
Jonathan LOVES forks. In his mind, all that separates a baby from a grown-up is the use of the fork. He's mastered walking, speaks (jibberish, with English mixed in) fluently, so may be he's right. All we have left to teach him is how to eat with a fork, and he's pretty much grown up.
Last night he picked at his dinner. Our child, who ate EVERYTHING with enthusiasm until he was 1 year, preferred throwing his food to the dog and making a fuss about something or another to eating, for most of dinner. After offering him a cup of water, milk, a spoon, more chicken, just rice, etc, I finally gave up on dinner and moved him to my lap so at least I could eat if he wouldn't. He grabbed the fork beside my plate and proceeded to eat the biggest meal he's eaten in months. Such enthusiasm, if he gets to do it his way. In fact, he ate more of my dinner than I did. Here's Jonathan with his prized fork. At this point, he was working the fork with his left hand and attempting to use chopsticks (no joke) with his right. And while yes, I realize that the fork is sharp and they sell safe blunted baby forks, he's quite above baby utensils. Kiddo has apparently realized that Mommy and Daddy don't have big blue and green plastic handles on our fork and spoon, 'cause he insists on using our big ones exclusively. It cracks me up to watch him take a piece of chicken with his hands and spear it onto the tip of the fork in order to then use the fork to put it in his mouth, when he's having trouble stabbing it directly. Sounds like more work than its worth, but apparently the fork experience is worth the effort.
"What? What's so funny about shoes and pajamas?"
Jonathan, in shoes and pajamas (because shoes are fun), offers Pepper a bone.
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