Since Marisa was at Ladies' Night (ladies only, but Charles got a pass), Liam and I went out for Chinese.
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He can pick up his own food pretty well now. The occasional misfire is not usually enough to aggravate him. The spoon's tougher. As the speech therapist said: you have to move your wrist correctly or you dump the food out. It's not a huge problem if the food is sticky and you aren't a perfectionist (like Liam); more of a problem is the way he wants to drop the spoon as soon as it touches his tongue.
(And speaking of tongues -- his sticks out and makes a solid wall whenever a green bean goes near that mouth. It looks hilarious.)
And people kept staring and smiling indulgently. Sure, he's a cute baby, and some people just go gaga over Down syndrome children. (Which I find to be weird, but OK.) And one guy was just smiling at him because he was staring at the guy. But I think it was: oh, look, Daddy's baby-sitting. Isn't that sweet?
He can pick up his own food pretty well now. The occasional misfire is not usually enough to aggravate him. The spoon's tougher. As the speech therapist said: you have to move your wrist correctly or you dump the food out. It's not a huge problem if the food is sticky and you aren't a perfectionist (like Liam); more of a problem is the way he wants to drop the spoon as soon as it touches his tongue.(And speaking of tongues -- his sticks out and makes a solid wall whenever a green bean goes near that mouth. It looks hilarious.)
And people kept staring and smiling indulgently. Sure, he's a cute baby, and some people just go gaga over Down syndrome children. (Which I find to be weird, but OK.) And one guy was just smiling at him because he was staring at the guy. But I think it was: oh, look, Daddy's baby-sitting. Isn't that sweet?