Moments after we all sat down for dinner, he looked around for a minute and then quickly slipped from his chair and ran across the living room. He fussed around in his little play corner for a minute, determinedly looking for something and then came running back to the table with the spoon to his Leap Frog soup pot (Potsy!) in hand.
Who was I to discourage any sort of eating when it was 100% willing?
(Yes, this shirt again)
He ate a good bit and, admittedly, a good bit ended up on his arm, on the table…and I think even some on the couch? But utensil use! And a firm grip! And calories consumed! And self-motivated nom nom nom’s!