Food face

How broccoli ends up on her nose, hair, ears with ME feeding her is beyond me. Mealtimes are a haze for me right now. She fights to feed herself and does a spectacular job with a fork (she fed herself an entire container of ravioli by herself last night) but has not perfected the spoon. She turns it over, dumping its contents into her lap, onto my newly mopped floor, or into her highchair that is becoming increasing hard to ignore its need for a complete take apart for cleaning purposes. AGH! Independence is overrated.