Corinne decided that she is old enough,maybe not coordinated enough, to feed herself. She cries if she cannot hold the spoon and she even flings the spoon around while taking it out of our hands. Nothing will stand in her way. She's determined and destined for success (at least in the food department)!
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can't even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me!
Psalms 139: 15-18
May you live all the days of your life. -Johnathan Swift