Oh, I remember this...

Wonderful stage where your kid, no matter what you do to entertain at mealtime, is only happy when they can feed themselves. Kate is a great eater and will taste anything you give to her, but lately she refuses to eat anything from the spoonful we are attempting to feed her. She continually is knocking the spoon away from her mouth and fussing while turning her head into her high chair, in an attempt to hide her mouth. Needless to say we have adapted accordingly. If she throws a fit now, we change her into Zach's old seat, so she can't hide her mouth, and put puffs down on her tray to distract her from me, the forceful parent shoveling food down her throat, crossing my fingers, hoping she won't choke and puke it all up. After two days of this puff strategy she as figured out how to put them into her mouth all by herself. yEaH! Here's the proof.

And here is Zach getting a word in himself. Except in my family, "Moobs", means something completely different. For those that struggle it is short for Man b@#!&. If you're still struggling...well I can't help you out.