utensils.

I've joked that Ben will be heading off to kindergarten, and still won't know what a utensil is. I admit that it's just easier to feed him myself, or to give him food he can eat with his fingers than to clean up the crazy mess he makes while spoon-feeding himself. And tipping over bowls, and throwing them on the floor.

But for the past several days, I've been good about giving him his spoon and encouraging him to use it during meals. I'm proud of the little guy; he seems to be picking it up well. I've been impressed in just the past week with how much of a sponge he is. He's repeating more that I say (just today he attempted to say 'socks'), and knows where his eyes are and points to them and says, 'ice.' Slowly but surely, he's catching up.


Ben using a spoon. from elizabeth reif on Vimeo.

Also: Chris is out tonight celebrating the opening of Neiman Group's Philly office. Everyone from the Harrisburg office came out to see what a good job he, Dan & George have been doing in Old City. I'm so happy for the guys - the office looks gorgeous, and they've been working so hard on everything. So while they're out celebrating, I'm hanging with Ben, helping him use a spoon... and giving him a bath.

Towards the end of his bath he gave me a funny look. I held my breath and feared the worst. And that's what I got. Warning: poop photo below. Click only if you dare.

And call me a mean mom if you want, but these are the types of pictures I get to embarrass him with when he brings his first girlfriend home. And I rinsed him off completely in the sink, so he wasn't sitting in it or anything.