Saturday, December 18, 2010

Food For Thought

Great News! I can now feed myself... sort of.

It all started about 3 weeks ago when I accidentally stuck a spoonful of yogurt in my mouth. I say accidentally because wehat I was trying to do was swing the yogurt over my head and then fling it at Daddy's flat screen TV. But I missed... and the spoonful of yogurt ended up where it was supposed to be... my mouth. Go figure.

After that first mouthful, I got cocky and decided that I wanted to spoon the rest of the yogurt myself. It was such a huge rush of independence that I now insist on feeding myself at every moment possible. Don't get me wrong... I'm not exactly a newbie at all of this. I was already hand-feeding myself for the last 8 weeks or so. You know... Cheerios, goldfish (my absolute favorite)and even beans. But now I've learned the thrill of using a fork and a spoon and I'm hooked!
It's such a power rush. Having the ability to feed myself is a huge step for me. I'm already almost walking and talking... now I'm almost feeding myself. Once I learn to go potty in the bathroom like the rest of you out there then I'll be ready to take over this household. I've had enough of this monarchy system of government that I'm living under and I've figured out why I'm being opressed.

It's because I'm 100% dependent on them. I need them for every single thing that I do. They feed me, they bathe me, they change my diapers and they feed me. This happens everyday without fail. It's a well-known fact that has been proven over and over again throughout history. When a government is dealing with a population that is overly dependent on them or incapable of fending for themselves... it quickly becomes a communist government.
Oh sure... I get everything I need, I'm taken care of... but I'm not free. I can't come and go as I please, I never go hungry, but I don't get to choose what I eat. I get to go out... but never too far and only where it's allowed.

Learning to feed myself will lead to other things. Dressing myself, being able to tell Mommy and Daddy what I like and don't like to eat. Soon I'll be able to show them that I can fend for myself and that I'm not this defenseless little kid that they see me as. However I still reserve the right to crawl into bed with them in the mornings and cuddle for a little while before we get up to start our day.

Mommy and I went to the zoo the other day. She surprised me after breakfast and we just went for it.

I have to confess something. Mommy has been home with me for 1 whole week since her TV show ended it's 13 week run and I could not be happier. Day care was fine and Daddy did the best he could during the weekends when Mommy was working... but now I'm starting to see what this whole Maternal Instinct thing is all about.

She's a natural. She's patient and loving and I'm learning a lot of things like where my ears, nose and eyes are... and how to say the cat's name (apparently she goes by the name: Lola)

Mommy's the best and she's promised to stay home with me from now on so it's only going to get better. I can see why Daddy likes her so much.

Here's a recount of the last week.

Ok... act casual. Is that giraffe lookiong at us? Be cool.

Well hello Mr. strange animal with a long neck. I'm not scared... I promise you, I'm not scared.

Still not scared...

Okay... A little scared.

Nice purple tongue... still not scared.

Giraffes rock!