Gimme a knife!

We were laughing at John through supper tonight, he would eat, and actually ate quite well, but only if he got to hold the table knife. Little silly guy would refuse a bite and I would take the knife away and he'd look at the knife, look at me and open up his mouth for the bite. Hmmmmm...kinda reminds me of his dad!

Other than supper John's day was relatively uneventful. He did great playing in his gait trainer, and despite throwing up some this after noon got up from his nap and played well. He even got the blocks in his sorter toy in the right spaces without prompting, of course I'm sure he won't do this in therapy any time soon, but it was fun anyway.