Dinner at our house has turned into a 5-course meal, minus the fine silver, delectable dishes, and table manners. And by “dinner,” I mean Liam’s dinner.
Gone are the days of the easy meal – I reminisce about when he was satisfied simply with fresh milk on tap, or even when he ate mashed up veggies, fruits, etc. While he still enjoys cutting loose with momma-milk before bedtime, at meal time, Liam now demands five-star food service like a big boy. It took me a little bit to catch on to this.
The last couple of days, he suddenly started rejecting his favorite foods: bananas, avocados, peas and green beans… I couldn’t figure out why. He used to be the cutest little piggy – opening his mouth like a little bird when the spoon was coming. All of a sudden, he was turning his head, spitting food out, or flat-out yelling and hitting me. What’s up with that, kid!? Not wanting him to miss a meal, I let him eat Cheerios and yogurt bites (cue the boo-ing… I know, I know…).
After a few days of these shenanigans, I asked my awesome daycare provider how she was able to get Liam to eat lunch. Are you ready for this? She was cutting his food up into small pieces and letting him feed himself – a revolutionary idea, right?. Well, duh! My little guy is now a big guy… he’s quite the chatter-box and has started walking (and falling) regularly. Of course he doesn’t want to be spoon-fed! He wants to do it himself! Yeah, Liam!
So that’s what we do now – we cut food up for him to feed himself. And THAT is why mealtimes have started feeling like five-course meals… because they take FOREVER. He shovels food in his mouth… yells at the food… throws the food… mushes it up and examines it… eats more… gets bored… wants something else… plays with that new food… Oh, it’s glorious. Actually, it is pretty neat watching him explore his little food-world. But OMG – it’s like he’s in the highchair for eternity (at least it’s not the bouncy, anymore).
So now that I’ve caught on that my little guy is growing up, when Liam babbles at me, sometimes I swear he’s saying, “Hey Mom – try to keep up, will ‘ya?” I’m trying, little man – it’s like when I finally get comfortable with a new step or phase of development, we’re not there for long and it’s onto something new – hopefully we’ll stay here for a little bit and he won’t be demanding steak next week…