Tuity fruity
My Picky McPickerson decided this weekend, after we had been putting grapes on his tray for three weeks and watching them get squished by his fingers but getting nowhere near his mouth, he would eat them.
At first, he just sucked out the grape part and left the skin. But then on Saturday, when he was begging for a snack, we have him grapes and canteloupe. Which, haha, I was convinced he would not eat. It's new, it's orange. No good can come of that.
He sucked the canteloupe and liked the taste, but kept chewing it and then putting it back on the tray. But then he ate it. And swallowed it. And then ate some grapes. And swallowed them. I had to turn around to hide the joy on my face, lest he change his mind. I ran over to Josh and whispered excitedly that he was EATING ACTUAL FRUIT. Which of course was met with the comment, "See I told you if you waited until he was really hungry and only gave him that he would eat it."
Ahhh, bite me. You're clearly the better parent.
This is the first fruit, other than applesauce, that he has eaten. Dare I say, could carrots and peas be far behind?
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Apparently peas were my favorite food as a young child. Mom said I liked to pick them up between my index finger and thumb, with my pinky held in the air like I was at high tea with the queen.
If Ethan could live on grapes and corn on the cob, that's what he would eat morning, noon and night. I have to do the "hide the joy" thing when it comes to chicken or anything else that has protein in it.
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