Fun with Forks!

Tonight while eating his sweet potato, I let Roman feed himself with a fork, and, unlike the pea debacle from a couple of weeks ago, he did a great job. He couldn't really stab the food himself, so I would put the potato on the end of the fork, and then he would grab it and eat it. This, of course, meant that it took Roman an hour to eat his dinner, but he was having so much fun, and he was so proud of his new abilities. In fact, he ate so much practicing his new skill that he could barely fit in two ounces from his bottle before bed. Woopsies. Let's just hope that he ate enough to hold him over until morning... famous last words?? We'll find out soon enough.

And I think Roman is going to be a little sassy when he grows up... boys can be "sassy," right? I mean just look at this picture. He's giving a very ugh-is-she-really-taking-photos-of-this-again kind of look. Although, truth be told, I did take like 20 pictures at dinner. Sorry handsome-pants... I got carried away.