Aidan has officially decided that he doesn't want anyone's help eating. If you're lucky, you can get 3 or 4 spoonfuls of food into his mouth before he starts hollering and grabbing for the spoon. For the first few days, Mike and I thought, "maybe he just wants to hold the spoon, we'll use another one!" Nope. He wouldn't take his spoon out of his mouth to eat. Next, I tried 'helping' him scoop some food up letting him feed himself. Problem is, the moment another person's hands touched his precious spoon, he dropped it and cried like some great injustice had been committed against his little person.
So this morning, I let him go for it.
He tried his hardest, but he quickly learned that it's not as easy as it looks. After all, mom and dad are seasoned pros with utensils. After a while, he kind of gave up on the spoon and resorted to more primitive means.
Aidan didn't get much in his belly, but he seemed to enjoy the indepedence. After a quick 8 a.m. dunk in the tub, we were off, no worse for the wear. And his babysitter reported that he ate his lunch like the very hungry champ he no doubt was.