Technically, G has been a toddler since before he was 1 and started to walk. This has not kept me from calling him Baby, and a plethora of other emasculating nicknames like Sugar Muffin.
However, I have started noticing little changes in his behavior in recent months that signify a big change in our relationship. One of these areas of change is in the food department. G will still pretty much eat anything, though his current obsession with his tongue has him spitting out many foods he once enjoyed.
I have devised a strategy that has helped us to weather these new storms.
Step 1: Get a really hungry boy to sit in his chair.
Step 2: Let him use the spoon himself. This trick has allowed me to do many a dishes, since something yummy enough will keep him occupied for quite awhile. He still hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet, though.
Step 3: Give him whatever's on my plate. That's clearly the yummy stuff. Most of the time for lunch it's the leftovers from dinner that he spit out. Give him 12 hours and suddenly it's delicious. Also, the awesome Buzz Lightyear cup from Grandma doesn't hurt.
Step 4: Quit while you're ahead. It doesn't take long for this happy face to deteriorate to grumpiness and food on the floor.
This is just the first of many changes, I'm sure. But we'll have to figure it out together. It's a good thing you're so darn cute, G, or you'd get in trouble a lot more.
Happy eating everyone!
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