It’s inevitable these days. We get the spoon full of baby food up to Lucky’s mouth, and SPLAT! He takes his hands and swats the spoon away. He then turns his head, pulls his eyebrows together, and purses his lips. If he could talk, it is certain he would be saying, “Noooooo! I want the good stuff! No more of this mush stuff. You wouldn’t eat it, and so I’m not going to either!” So, my good friends, the end of baby food has reached us at the ripe old age of ten months.
Since I’m not in the business of letting my child starve, we’ve now ventured into the world of adult food. It had never occured to me that feeding Lucky grown up fould could prove to be difficult. I was operating on the basic assumption that things would be easier. Alas, this is so not the case. I had just assumed he would eat a small bit of what I am eating. Well, that theory had more holes in it than a piece of swiss cheese. Turns out I’m quite a bit picky about what goes into my little guy. Ok, so that’s really not all that shocking.
As a result of all of this, this weekend we picked up plates with dividers and lids. This allows me to plan ahead what he’s going to eat. We also picked up goodies like cheese, fresh fruit, and other kid friendly items. I knew this day would come, but I never guessed so soon! Many children don’t have teeth at his age. Some are just venturing into the world of baby food. It just struck me at how grown he is for his little age, while I was watching him tear into his lunch today. I’m choosing to look at this as our new great adventure. My goal will be to not raise a picky eater. That would just kill me! Any suggestions?
