O and the Spoon

Today I put O to sleep with a spoon.  No, not a toy spoon, but an actual spoon.  Well, her spoon, so it’s not like the silverware spoon.  But nonetheless.  She bathed with her spoon, and moved the spoon from one hand to the other when I was changing.  And when I tried to take it away from her to give her her bottle… WELL!!!  You better NOT interfere with the spoon.

We went in the garden, and I started pulling out weeds, and she started pulling out grass.  But the spoon was still in her hand.  Then she chocked on a grass blade.  The spoon was her constant companion.

While in the bath, she held on to it really tightly.  She picked up the duck in one hand, and the spoon in the other.  Then the frog floated by, and she dropped the duck, and picked up the frog. And on and on it went.  Aah… but the spoon.  It was there.

After she fell asleep, I had to go in and take the spoon in case she gets up in the middle of the night and pokes herself with the spoon.  NOT GOOD!

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About RidgewoodMom

Thirtysomething mom of a baby girl. First and only baby, possibly. First baby amongst my close friends. These are the trials, frustrations and lessons I have learned in raising a single child in New York.
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