One of my first memories feeding a baby like this was when my Auntie Barb let me feed my little cousin Ryan.
I felt so important and grown up! I guess I was probably nine or ten years old, and was ever so careful as I scooped a tiny dab of baby food onto an even tinier baby spoon, and then into a tiny baby mouth.
I don't use those kind of spoons myself. It' takes too long to empty that tiny jar!
Aunt Barbara lavished praise on me for dong such a great job with those little bites, and that stuck with me all these years!
I have gotten much practice since then, but it is a real delight to see my dear little daughter learning the art. And she is not even nine yet! Remembering Auntie Barbs words to me, I make sure to offer lots of praise:-)
Here are some fun pictures of my big helper feeding her sister!
When I thought of being a mom, I never dreamed of THIS! ~Five heart melting smiles ~never getting tired of midnight feedings ~having all the answers ~not minding dirty faces ~enjoying watching the boys eat! ~falling in love with pigtails ~appreciating overalls ~appreciating a washing machine! ~wanting to do everything better ~falling in love a million times