Life Stresses (6-12)

So few things in life stress me out more than this:

I know that Henry needs to learn how to eat on his own and that the only way to do that is to practice. But seriously. Seriously. The mess! It just gets everywhere - on him - on me - on Greg - on the highchair (provided he decides to even get in it). The other night he was so insistent that he feed himself that we just let him. And then we decided that we might as well just go 100% for it and let him play with some whip cream too. Because really - why not?

He didn't know how to handle the whipped cream and in the meantime - I'm rocking myself in the corner trying not to look at how my just hands and knees mopped floor (HANDS AND KNEES!) mopped floor is already starting to look like it's time to be mopped again.

Certainly, Henry mastering this skill is worth it - because I refuse to accompany him on dates and spoon feed him while he and his date try and have a conversation - that would just be awkward for all of us.