I want Autumn to look clean all the time. No stains on her shirt or boogers in her nose. This wasn't a problem when she was a baby, thankfully she did not spit-up often, so for the most part she stayed clean. As she has grown and become more independent, this feat has become harder to achieve. Especially at meal times.
Steve and I have noticed that for the past few nights she has not been eating as much for dinner as she usually does. She will eat a few bites here and there but that's about it. Tonight was no different. I sat Autumn in her chair and began to feed her dinner when she decided to go on strike.
Autumn wanted to feed herself.
Gasp! The thing I have been fearing is here, she is ready to start feeding herself. I'm not going to lie, I have seen signs of this coming, but have been avoiding it. This means food all over the floor (which the dogs will love), food all over her high chair, and food all over her. My first thought is to strip her down and throw a trash bag over her (yes, we do own a washing machine, I told you I'm neurotic), but I didn't. Instead I let her feed herself, with my help. And you know what? She ate much more then she has been.
So, in an effort to have a child that can feed herself, I have realized I am going to have to take a deep breath, step back and let the food fly!
