Spoon privileges

One sunny day in December (yup, sunny, aka weirdest winter ever) it dawned on us that Nono should probably try using a spoon himself instead of us feeding him until he is 18. So he was instantly granted spoon privileges along with a hearty bowl of applesauce. After roughly six weeks of practice, he still tries to get the food from his bowl to his mouth while holding the spoon sideways. I'm not going to lie, it's pretty messy that way. But along with the mess comes his new found contentment with sitting in his highchair for more than three minutes. Turns out it's actually a pretty good trade-off.