December 10, 2000 - Sunday
When we eat meals at home, Harry sits between his mother and me. I'm to his right, his booster chair is at a corner of the table and his mother to his left. Because he's right handed, when he begins to tire of his food he often leans over and grabs my arm. It's a wonderfully endearing little habit because he often adds an always head turning and praise winning "dad." This morning this little ritual gained even more toddler charm when the grab changed to an attention requesting pat accompanied now by a more earnest "dad, dad, dad."

There's a down side to Harry otherwise friendly table interaction and that is that Harry has not yet mastered the art of utensils. Instead, he tends to eat with his hands. Of course, there's nothing inherently wrong with a baby eating with his hands and fingers. In fact, it's an important part of their sensory learning of the world around them. Unfortunately, tonight we had one of Harry's favorite, and messiest meals, spaghetti. Combine that with Harry's congenial interaction with his dad and you have, well, I have trouble.


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