16. Worrying too much, part one of infinity. This morning, when I handed Eloise her personal spoon to fidget with during breakfast, she began trying with an impressive amount of eagerness to hold the spoon handle with her toes. This went on for pretty much the entire length of the feeding. When she was six months old, she fed herself smashed banana with a spoon as though she’d been doing it for years. Now, at ten months, she’s gone primate. Should I worry? She’s also quite fond of clapping and banging plastic objects together to create inventive rhythms. Just yesterday, she decided to include her head in the mix, banging the plastic objects against her little melon. I’m trying not to worry.
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