A few weeks before Max died, (I so hate having to say that) he started getting more adventurous with his eating.  Or, should I say, more independent?  He didn't like being spoon fed his liquidy meals by his momma anymore.  He wanted to feed himself - with the spoon - even though he usually missed his mouth.  Sometimes he would get a real intent look on his face too.  He had no patience for my feeding.  He wanted to shove the food in when he wanted to.  I was sort of worried he'd poke his eye out so I let him hold the spoon sometimes but cautiously.  Anyway, see below.  You'll get the drift.