And for your second installment...
I decided in December to start letting Ronan try to feed himself yogurt with a spoon.
Ryan thinks this is the stupidest thing I've ever done.  Ro, of course, flings food father and with more joy whenever Ryan is around just to take Dada's side.
I won't lie.  It's not pretty.
But Ryan is missing the point.  While he is flinging yogurt into all kinds of special nooks and crannies of his body and our breakfast room, I get to eat breakfast.
I get to eat breakfast.  And sometimes, it is still warm.
 
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