Fork & Spooner

It started innocently enough. One time at a restaurant, Xander was busy grabbing for everything in sight as is his custom. Mom and dad didn't want him playing with sharp knives or forks, but a spoon seemed harmless enough. Or at least it did, until Xander started spooning ice cubes out of the water glasses. Experiment over.

Still, mom and dad got to thinking that maybe they should let Xander use a toddler fork and spoon during meals. He had a couple from baby shower gifts. At first, nothing happened. He would grab them, but didn't really know what to do with them. Ever the observant boy, he watched mom and dad, and started experimenting. In no time, he was spearing stuff with his fork. Now, when he wasn't teething, meal time became somewhat exciting for Xander, as he had control over what he was eating. Bye bye watermelon! See you in hell, canteloupe! Asta la vista, pork chops! He would almost attack the bite-size morseld of food in front of him. If the piece was too big, he astutely guided them to his mouth, cradling the food with his non-fork hand (usually his left hand) on the side the same way a basketball player would when he goes to shoot.

In the midst of all this fork-mania, the spoon sat idly by, waiting its turn. There aren't as many things in Xander's diet that call for the spoon as do the fork however, so it was often ignored, especially at lunch time. Once Xander grew weary of apple sauce, the only spoon-staple left in his diet was his morning oatmeal, which mom and dad were happy to feed to him (to pass the time, dad would sometimes hum Elaine's "Yankee Bean" ditty). Breakfast doesn't usually start with oatmeal though, it starts with Xander's all-time favorite food, Chex. While Xan mows on his Chex, the parental unit in charge prepares his oatmeal and waits for him to finish.

One morning last week, dad put the oatmeal down on the table, just out of Xander's reach, waiting 'til the Chex binge concluded. But on this day, Xan reached for the spoon sticking aloofly out of the sea of oatmeal. It was the second or third time he had reached for it in recent days, but on previous occasions dad had ignored it. On the morning in question however, dad shrugged his shoulders and let Xan have a go. The results, both on that day and since, have been encouraging. Xander doesn't quite hold the spoon correctly -- he grips it with his four fingers rather than using his thumb. As a result, he loses control three-fourths of the way to his mouth and turns the spoon over, dropping the food into his mouth like a priest giving Communion to a group of people he's never met before. With oatmeal, this works just fine, as oatmeal tends to stick to the spoon. With apple sauce or a snack-size bowl of pears, less so. The first time Xander ate his own apple sauce, half wound up in his mouth, and half on his bib.

Whether he gets all the food into his mouth is of lesser importance though than the feeling of independence he gets from being able to feed himself. Mom and dad aren't sure whether or not 16 months is young for a baby to be feeding himself, but frankly they don't care. The only thing that matters is seeing little Xander transform into a fork and spooning machine!