According to my mom, I was a neat-freak from the time I was born. I turned magazine pages one by one rather than tearing them out and trying to eat them like my baby peers, I lined up my toys and stuffed animals in neat rows when I played and I daintily ate my food without a mess from the time my mom introduced solids at 4 1/2 months. In fact, in order to get the classic messy-baby-eating-at-the-highchair photo, my mom smeared the food on my face herself! Luckily, I grew out of some of that daintiness and I'm totally okay with a little gooeyness and a little disorganization. But apparently there are still some vestiges of this 'aversion to mess'. With the exception of his first solids experience with bananas, I've been withholding the spoon from Lucas. As cute as he is, I just didnt' want to deal with Mr. Grabby Hands when his hands were coated in wet mush. The thought of him getting food in his eyes, ears, hair, diaper and the 10 foot radius around him and then having to clean that up without his super stretch octopus arms getting food in MY eyes, ears, hair and nostrils (he's really fascinated by nostrils these days. Ew.) was just too much. He wasn't eating the quantities that I was hoping for though and I knew I was robbing him of the tactile experience that he obviously needs to learn about his world. So I gave him back the spoon. Let the party begin!
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