Fork Me! He Can Do It!

It’s been a big week. A week of firsts. New tricks.

Tricks the little bugger has been keeping up his sleeve.

All of a sudden Austin is brushing his teeth, wiping his nose and eating with a fork. He’s even discovered how to get himself moving forward when atop ride-on toys.

A parent should be delighted, and I am. Proud too. It’s just that we’ve been working on these things for some time without any progress. To see each of them mastered in the space of seven days is, shall we say, a little unexpected.

A little suspicious, too.

Obviously he’s not shaping up to borrow the car, but it could be that he is a genius and using this developmental burst as a strategic ploy in the lead up to Christmas.

It could also be a coincidence, but the genius angle works for me so I think I’ll run with it.

What parent wouldn’t? Any Christmas shenanigans are obviously wasted on anyone who isn’t Father Christmas and there’s no reason whatsoever to complain if your child wants to brush their teeth.

The fork thing, however, is starting to become a real pain in the ass.

It’s not that we don’t want Austin to use one – they’re one-third of a mighty important set – but rather that we’d like him to also use a spoon.

Not at the same time; just when appropriate. Rice bubbles, for instance. Or soup.