Spaghetti Dinner

Friday night, Doodle and I had spaghetti for dinner. I gave Doodle her plate fixed the way I always fix spaghetti for her. A little sauce, the noodles cut up into about one inch pieces, and lots of cheese. She was content with that until I sat down to eat my spaghetti. My long, curled up strands of spaghetti that had to be twirled around a fork and slurped up. Suddenly, she was no longer content to eat off her plate anymore. Or with her little toddler fork. My plate, my food, and my fork all became hers. So I figured the best thing I could do was document it for all to see. She was really cute trying to figure out who to eat the noodles as they kept sliding off the fork and hanging out of her mouth. I was just glad that I don't like a lot of sauce on my pasta or she would have been a ginormous mess! (And according to my spell check "ginormous" is indeed a word and spelled correctly. Who would have known??) On to the pictures with a couple of bonus pictures at the end just because I can!




Her initial technique was to feed herself with her right hand while holding the fork as a prop in the left.



Then she tried the fork out. So far, so good, she got a piece of spaghetti on it!





Oops, still need some help to get the whole piece into the mouth. Notice the piece stuck to her chest. I'm sure the got fed to the dogs eventually!



Ah, there's a good mouthful! The fork has now moved to the other hand to be used as a prop.




She decided to eat some of the sausage off her own plate but couldn't quite give up my plate. See how she's protectively placed her hand on it. She's just waiting for me to try to take it away.




Here you can see the fork I got to use while she eats with my fork. I could have gotten another adult sized fork but I figure since she still can't wash dishes and I'd end up having to clean it (or put it in the dishwasher really, but it's still an extra step), I'd just make do with the little Take and Toss fork.



Such concentration!!




Here I managed to get my fork back because she wanted help. Of course, her technique at eating off a fork that Momma is holding isn't quite the same as when she holds it herself.




This is the best "after" shot I could get. As I said earlier, I'm glad I don't like a lot of sauce on my pasta. She was just a little orange around the mouth, chin, cheeks, and nose. None in the hair, thankfully, because she HATES having her hair washed. Actually, it's the rinsing she hates by why split hairs. (Hahaha, I'm so punny!)







This has nothing to do with our dinner but I thought it was funny. Doods helped me load a case of bottled water into the fridge. See them all on the bottom shelf behind her?? Well, apparently, it wore her out so she had to take a rest right there in the refrigerator.



And this one for two reasons. One: see how tall she is! She can open doors with lever handles.(Don't worry, Granma and Granpa, we always keep the front door locked so she can't open it.) Pretty soon we're going to have to put door knob covers on all doors out of the house. Two: see how smart she is!! She has the key to our van and she's trying to unlock the door with it. I guess watching us unlock the door at our apartment for those seven months had a bit of an impact on her because we only use the garage door opener now.