January 21, 2001 - Sunday
Sometimes Harry does things that simple prove he's in charge of his learning and not us. There have been a time or two when he's grabbed at a utensil as we were feeding him, but he's never been serious about it. This morning he decided he was. I'd stabbed a piece of waffle with my fork and was trying to feed him.

I wouldn't have even thought to try to give him a spoon or folk at this age, except once, not too long ago when we were at my mother's house, Harry's grandmother asked if he used a spoon yet. I said no, but as it turns out, Harry was way ahead of me.

As I lifted the fork to his mouth he intercepted it cold. I was a little concerned as those times before, it was a fork after all, and tried to pulled it away. But, Harry was determined. He opened his mouth wide and, with my hand still on the far end of the fork, put the waffle in. A couple more times and Harry seemed like a pro, apparently from just watching us.

This evening at dinner, it was apparently time for my hand to go, too. He wasn't always successful, but on at least a few occasions, Harry was able to stab his food, lift the fork into place, and feed himself like a charming upper set prodigy (well, except for the spaghetti sauce on his face). Time to get him his own, smaller, fork.


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