FOOORK!

yells Mariana about 2 minutes into most of our meals around here. "Please," I respond. I guess it is my fault since I set the table and always forget a fork for her. But she is only 18 months old...she's still a baby. Why does she need a fork? Well, because she thinks she is so big and has to do anything the rest of us do of course. She is constantly trying to climb up on Allia's bike, she swings in the big swing and tries to do pretty much everything else Allia does (except play in the sandbox...a little to messy for her so far). That is probably why she is such a good talker...she just has too keep up! Sigh....they grow up too fast.