Meal times are becoming a bit insane at our house. Though Noah in essence will eat most things, that doesn’t mean he will eat any one thing consistently. One day can’t get enough broccoli, next day won’t touch it with a ten foot pole. In love with cantaloupe today, tomorrow throws it on the floor. So deciding what to feed the little beast is becoming more and more difficult. But no worries because Noah has decided he’s going to give me some instruction. This morning I asked “Are you hungry? Want to eat?” as I carried him down to the kitchen. “Num nums” (M&Ms) was my reply. I explained we were not having num nums for breakfast. He started pulling on his shirt like he was trying to rip his heart out – which for some odd reason is his sign for hummus. Don’t ask me why. I told him no hummus. When I opened the fridge to get juice Noah pointed at the whole wheat veggie ravioli. Um, no ravioli for breakfast. How about this cocktail sauce then? Ugh.
I also think it might be time to move him from his high chair to a booster seat. He’s started asking to get up from a meal before he’s actually done eating and maybe a change of seat will help. Maybe.
We’ve also developed an after dinner routine. “Chase! Chase!” Noah says while running in place to illustrate his point. Around and around the kitchen table we must go. When we’ll stop, only Noah knows.