I Can Feed Myself, Thank You Very Much!

I am officially redundant.

My Tiger has decided she doesn't want Mummy to feed her any more. It started with her "yummies"*. Tiger is addicted to her yummies. She gets so excited at yummy time, she literally shakes. 

Especially if it's custard. Oh Golly Custard. Custard is Tiger's Favourite Thing Of All Time. She loves it more than life.

But Tiger would love Custard EVEN MORE if she was able to Feed Her Little Self.

Yep, that's right. Tiger has decided she is too Big a girl to be fed by Mummy any more, so yummy time is now a battle of wills, in which Mummy tries to feed Tiger and Tiger tries to grab the spoon from Mummy to feed herself.

Now, the whole I Can Feed Myself thing has progressed to bottles.

Tiger doesn't want Mummy to feed her her bottle any more. Tiger can do it By Her Little Self. She can hold the bottle! She can put the bottle in her little mouth! Tiger is in control of her own little destiny! 

SHE CAN FEED HER LITTLE SELF.

Ditto Tooth Brushing. Tiger can do that too.

Tiger is a Big Girl now, goshdarnit! She is mobile! She can Say Stuff (in Tiger language). She Does Not Need Mummy, Not One Little Bit!

So Mummy just sits back and watches her little girl turn into a big, independent girl and thinks, "If I'm struggling with this, how in the Actual Heckles am I going to deal with teenagerhood?"

My Tiger. So strong. So independent. So lovely ...

But growing up Far Too Fast!

~ Love, Miss Cackle x