In true form

This week marks Taylor's first encounter with the spoon. She approached it like most babies, I'm sure, using her little tongue and trying to suck on the spoon inadvertently getting rice cereal all over herself. This experience reminded me of her first encounter with eating during the first few days in the hospital after she was born. She tried and tried to nurse, but she had a difficult time getting the hang of it. She would get so frustrated and would get herself all worked up screaming and howling. I would have to stop and rock her to calm her down out of her frenzy before we could get back to trying again. Well, she is attacking the spoon concept in true Taylor fashion. After a few attempts licking the spoon and trying to suck on the spoon, she started crying an carrying on as if to say, "Oh come on, mom, just give me my bottle! I'm good at that!" It might be too early to tell if this is a lasting character trait, but if so, I can see myself in her. My own mother has reminded me on several occasions throughout my life that I am too hard on myself. I get really frustrated when I'm not good at a skill the first time I try it or when I don't immediately get the hang of something new. I can envision future similar conversations with little Taylor as she grows up... "Don't be so hard on yourself, you'll get it, you always do, just give it some time..."