The hunger strike is officially over. For dinner tonight, Jack ate 1.5 zucchini, .5 pears, 1 pancake with peanut butter, and – shock of the century – nearly an entire chicken breast. He was shoving food in his mouth as if he had been denied sustenance for weeks. Oh, and he was using his fork. See?



















And here is the chicken, along with him stuffing it in his mouth:















I don’t know if he’s entirely convinced about the fork, because sometimes he would just hold it in one hand and eat with the other.


















Overall, it was a successful meal















And in even more exciting news, I can officially say Jack is walking. I found him more than once today walking across a room on his own. It’s tough to photograph, but here are two shots:














































This last one is my favorite because you can really see how excited he gets when he figures out to walk instead of crawl. He is quite cautious, and still crawls a good part of the time, but he is getting up on his own and walking which I was beginning to think would never happen.