I can feed myself.  Yesterday, daddy gave me a piece of cheese, mind you -not a ordinary piece of Munster or cheddar but a piece of goats milk Gouda, and I happily bit off nice bite sized pieces and chewed them up.  Mommy was surprised, but that was because she had not seen me munching away on my teething biscuits like I do with Grandma Ellen.  Really, this is nothing knew.  Momma is just excited because now she can eat more of her meal without feeding me.  

Then when we went to greens for dinner, I ate my grilled summer squash spears all by myself.  Momma was so proud but she is really silly.