Fork U

It is going to be a good day. We, myself and my brood, (Can a man have a brood, or is a brood specific to females?) had a wonderful breakfast. Reagan didn't get all super messy because she used her fork almost exclusively. This is a major break-through. As I have mentioned in the past, she has two hands and she uses both of them to shove the food into her gullet. She's shown me glimpses of this in the last few weeks, using her fork once or twice, but I just figured she's teasing me.

But this morning, this wonderful morning, she used her fork like a big girl stabbing her french toast and putting it in her mouth. Only once or twice did she do the stab and transfer to the hand and then into the mouth. Even big brother was impressed. He noticed first - the attentive little bugger that he is. "Hey Dad, look! Reagan is using her fork all by herself." We both clapped and cheered for her and told her what big girl she getting to be. And she just smiled and smiled all proud of herself. It was one of those, "Its great to be a Dad moments."

Now, if I can just get her to stop flipping her plate over on to the floor.

Patience grasshopper.