Torch Lake

There's a place where the memories and the fun and the quiet come together. There's a place where kids grew up with the sound of the waves breaking on the shore. There's a place where a grand parent built a little house and a father listened to the music played on the porch. And because all the places in the world need to have a name, then this place is called: TORCH LAKE.
So begins the story of our first baby and his first experience on Torch. I would love for him to look back in 20-30 years and be amazed by the heritage, by the souvenirs, by his own adventures on TORCH.
If I would have to write a word for everyday we spent on TORCH, let me see how that would work out:
wind, cottage, lake, beef jerky, Charelvoix, piano, family, sunset, turquoise, sandbar, dockside, concert, Petoskey, bonfire.

There's a place so vibrant yet so calm and its name is: TORCH LAKE.

I want to use the fork

Mexican restaurant. Menu: carne asada and tortilla soup. On the table: plastic fork and spoon. In the high chair: Bryce.
Purpose: I want to use those things.
First: the spoon for the soup. He's very happy to make the connection between that bowl of soup, spoon going in the bowl, spoon full of soup then spoon in the mouth.
Second: the fork for the carne asada and some other stuff on the plate. Mom will impale a piece of meat on the fork and baby will transfer into his mouth.
Little things towards a total independency.