The Broken Spoon

As you may have heard, I am a big girl. I’m almost all grown up. I sleep through the night, eat solid foods, help mommy in the kitchen, and I can even roll from my tummy to my back. I’m practically an adult!

Mommy is teaching me a new skill. It’s called self feeding, and it has been going very well. Mommy puts little bits of food in front of me, I pick them up with my fingers, and put them in my mouth. It’s easy and I have no trouble with the concept at all.

It’s not really a new skill. I’ve been picking things up and putting them in my mouth for a quite some time. But these bits that mommy has been giving me taste better than anything I’ve put in my mouth before. So I keep most of them in there until they disappear.

When mommy feeds me solid food, she uses something she calls a spoon. If I’m going to be a big girl, I’m going to have to learn to operate this spoon all by myself. I’ve watched mommy do it lots of times. It looks easy. I’m sure I can do it! If only mommy would give me that spoon.

I did manage to get my hands on one of those spoons once. Mommy left one on the table in front of me and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment. I wasted no time. Quickly, I reached out my arms, grabbed that spoon, and held it tight.

It was time for the moment of truth. Could I use the spoon like mommy does? I took a hard look at the utensil, and after a slight adjustment, I had a better hold of it and I was ready. I opened my mouth, and shoved the spoon in. So far so good!

Baby with a spoon

I’m doing it!

This is where my mouth should end up full of food. But nothing! Not even a drop! Where was the food? I took the spoon out, gave it another hard look, and put it back in my mouth. Still nothing! How do you make the food come out?

I am sure that I was using the spoon correctly. The same way that mommy does it. My spoon handling skills could not be to blame. I tried again and again, but every time I got the same result. All my efforts were in vain. Clearly, the spoon was defective. Just my luck that I would grab a broken spoon.

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12 thoughts on “The Broken Spoon

  1. Good luck working out how to use that spoon Peach!
    It’s such an exciting time when our little ones start to feed themselves. 🙂
    Thanks for linking to #pocolo (sorry for the late comment).

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    • I try to do exactly that, but mommy tries to stop me from getting my hands in all that mushy food! She does let me squish chunks of food in my fists. That’s always interesting to do. Thanks for dropping by.

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    • Today I spent half an hour scrubbing banana chunks, which were smashed in there at breakfast, out of the high chair cushions. I found a cookie in the process. I wonder how long that was in there. Thanks for reading.

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    • I’ve managed to stuff food up Peachy’s nose a few times. She tries to help by lunging forward as I’m coming at her with the spoon. The results are usually disastrous. Thanks for reading.

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