Spooning

After pondering for months about what to get Ely for her first birthday, I've decided:

Spoons. Spoons. and more spoons.

She loves them. She loves them more than anything else at this point in her life, I tell you.

On Thursday we met some friends for dinner. She behaved like an angel until it was time to leave and she wanted to bring home a souvenir- a spoon!

We currently have a spoon somewhere at the bottom of our bed because last night she would not let go of her spoon from dinner! So, I nursed her to sleep and fell asleep myself, which means the spoon went MIA after repeatedly hitting my forehead as she dozed off. (Maybe I should go rescue the spoon now that she's asleep in her Pack n´Play unarmed?)

Today, she carried her spoon from lunch all. around. the. mall.

The kicker: She doesn't eat from a spoon! She prefers her mush served on my pointer finger.

What do you think this is? a sign of her destiny to become an old lady with a horrible spoon collection from all the places she's visited? Do you think she's hoping to find a silver one?

P.S. I'm (semi-) joking about giving her spoons, but if I don't come up with something soon, spoons it will be!