If you have been reading my blog for awhile, you will already know this, but my youngest, Peyton is my picky eater. Always has been.. Probably always will be. The battle over getting food in his belly has been making a change for the better, however, and the end result is shown by a nursery worker calling him "a solid little guy" in nursery this past Sunday.. This in my world is an actual relief seeing as when he was an infant, I lost sleep over his lack of weight gain.
As usual I digress... Peyt's eating has improved to the point where he now wants to be a big boy and feed himself. He actually gets mad if I try to help him. Tonight was no different.. I sat right beside him at the table and had to let go and let him do his thing... His thing is pretty much to spread rice from here to the other side of the house.. but whatever! He spent a good 45 minutes working on getting rice from his little orange fork to his waiting mouth. A feat that he accomplished... even though he was still hard at work as his bubby and sissy cleared their seconds.
His method was varied as he began by scooping from the plate, but moved finally to dropping the rice from his plate to the table and then picking up individual pieces of rice. Either way, he cleared his plate and squealed loudly ( his favorite form of getting what he wants ) to get down from the table. We had more to clean up after he was done than what he probably actually ate, but he felt successful and he is a proud member of the clean plate club... Another sign that my lil man is growing up....
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