I can feed myself....

In the last week or so, Joseph has decided that he must feed himself- any attempts by me to feed him will be met with high pitched squealing. And he's no longer content to feed himself easy foods like cruskits, he's determined to feed himself the messy stuff like fruit and vegetables. So to humour this streak of independance, we have to start each meal with about fifteen minutes of Joseph feeding himself and then I'm allowed to feed him with a spoon to ensure some food actually goes into his mouth. So we're back to very messy mealtimes, which of course Oprah loves.

This is what lunchtime yesterday looked like.

He's so proud of himself- he thinks he's actually getting some in his mouth.