Proud Momma

Why have a blog if not to brag?

Ro and I went to Strings for dinner tonight (Daddy was working and Mommy is a lazy pregnant chick).  We were sat in a wee little booth, the kind meant for only two people, one on each side.  I was a bit apprehensive, since this meant Ro would be on one side (and mostly our of reach) and myself all the way on the other side.  It turns out I had nothing to worry about.  Like, nothing at all.

She played with her crayons, coloring only on the paper (!) and not once throwing a crayon onto the floor.  This is highly unusual behavior.

When food came, I put some penne pasta on a plate for her and gave her a fork.  She proceeded to eat it, using the fork and her fingers.  No food strayed from the plate.  She occasionally asked for water.  She just stood there on the booth seat, eating and looking around.

It was one of the most pleasant eating out experiences we've ever had.  Two separate tables of people stopped and told us how much they enjoyed watching her and how they were so impressed with her table manners for being such a young girl.  One lady even told me I must be doing a good job.  I beamed!

What a proud Momma moment!  She was quite amazing.  I don't know a whole lot of 18 month olds, but I think we are pretty blessed with what we've been given to work with here.

I just love her to pieces!