WHAT FUN

I've noticed the older I get, the worse my memory is.
For instance, I remember sitting on the floor in front of my son trying to get him to say "Mama" and "Dada" and "Teddy Bear." I don't remember teaching him to say "Can I borrow your car, "or "I need gas money".

I always had to play games with him to get him to eat.
I would pretend the spoon was an airplane and I was coming in for a "landing". That was his clue to open his mouth. One day he was being extremely difficult. He made me run all over the kitchen with that stupid spoon acting like I was an airplane before he would take a bite. It's no wonder I didn't weigh very much back then.

One day my mother was visiting during dinner time. By this time he was a little older and a lot more independent. He was a "big boy," and he wanted to feed himself. Every time I put a plate on his highchair tray he would drop it on the floor and watch the food splatter, then he would laugh and clap his hands.

Things aren't a whole lot different today. He doesn't sit in a high chair, nor does he throw his plate on the floor. He slaps peanut butter on the counter and leaves the bread out. He puts the milk back in the fridge when there is only a tablespoon left. His grandmother thinks I should just dump food on a tray for him the way I used to.

Nobody told me it would be this much fun.