So we tried a whole lot of stuff for dinner. The first few things didn't go over so well (you can see them sitting in the orange divided dish on the table): cauliflower, pulled pork tenderloin, potatoe and tofu curry. These are all things that he ate at lunch and/or the day before.
So, we moved on to the peas...
and Max finally gave up on the spoon.
So, we moved on to the peas...
and Max finally gave up on the spoon.
Notice the peas all over the table too. I should have taken a picture of the floor.
All done?
No Max, there are still a lot of peas left in the dish and I need to clean up the floor!
All done? All done?
The whole eating thing is a work in progress and I'm sure it always will be. Some days are amazing and easy - as far as meal times go. Other days are difficult... Imagine:
Mom: Max, we should eat something.
Max: Trucks?
Mom: No Max, you need to eat something, you can play with your trucks after we eat something. Let's go take a look at what we have.
Max: No.
Mom: How about we go play hockey in the kitchen, and while we're there, we'll take a look at what's in the fridge?
Max: Hockey?
Mom: Yes Max, hockey. Get a ball and we'll take the sticks into the kitchen.
Max: Ball?
Mom: Yay, here's a ball, let's go!
Once in the kitchen...
Mom: macaroni?
Max: No.
Mom: Beans?
Max: No.
Mom: Cheese? Mmmm, yummy cheese!
Max: Yup!
Mom: Really? Cheese?! Here's some cheese Max!
he eats a piece and then...
More cheese Max?
Max: No. Nana?
Mom: Banana?
Max: Nana!
Mom: Whew, we have some. Here's some banana.
I'm sure you can imagine... it goes on and on from here. A lot of the time I can be seen stuffing spoonfuls of food into Max's mouth as he runs by or plays. Most regularly at the aquarium on Wednesday's and at Grandma & Grandpa's on Friday's.
I imagine it's not the best habit to teach him, but any other way and Max could care less if he eats most days. He honestly doesn't want to eat a lot of the time and it would not bother him a bit if we forgot a meal.
I guess I can relate... Anyone who knows me (before I was pregnant) know that I'm the exact same way. Poor Max! He's probably got his dad's super fast metabolism and his mom's really lame appetite. Occasionally he goes through a growth spurt and asks for all kinds of food and we wonder where he fits it all.
Max: Trucks?
Mom: No Max, you need to eat something, you can play with your trucks after we eat something. Let's go take a look at what we have.
Max: No.
Mom: How about we go play hockey in the kitchen, and while we're there, we'll take a look at what's in the fridge?
Max: Hockey?
Mom: Yes Max, hockey. Get a ball and we'll take the sticks into the kitchen.
Max: Ball?
Mom: Yay, here's a ball, let's go!
Once in the kitchen...
Mom: macaroni?
Max: No.
Mom: Beans?
Max: No.
Mom: Cheese? Mmmm, yummy cheese!
Max: Yup!
Mom: Really? Cheese?! Here's some cheese Max!
he eats a piece and then...
More cheese Max?
Max: No. Nana?
Mom: Banana?
Max: Nana!
Mom: Whew, we have some. Here's some banana.
I'm sure you can imagine... it goes on and on from here. A lot of the time I can be seen stuffing spoonfuls of food into Max's mouth as he runs by or plays. Most regularly at the aquarium on Wednesday's and at Grandma & Grandpa's on Friday's.
I imagine it's not the best habit to teach him, but any other way and Max could care less if he eats most days. He honestly doesn't want to eat a lot of the time and it would not bother him a bit if we forgot a meal.
I guess I can relate... Anyone who knows me (before I was pregnant) know that I'm the exact same way. Poor Max! He's probably got his dad's super fast metabolism and his mom's really lame appetite. Occasionally he goes through a growth spurt and asks for all kinds of food and we wonder where he fits it all.
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