Nathan's therapists and I have decided, he's in need of a toddler eating boot camp! Seriously.
Lately, Nathan's picky eating habits have been re-energized and to top it off he's refusing to feed himself. Not just refusing but he loads on the drama. It's hysterical but in reality it's not funny.
Nathan's two years old and he really needs to learn how to self-feed but when I tell him, "you do it" he cries something awful. Daddy got a chance to experience this lovely scene today and he was a bit surprised. He began cheering Nathan on and every time he took the spoon and fed himself we clapped and praised him like high school cheer leaders (mind you I'm still stabilizing everything so he's not totally doing it independently). I think we need a cheer squad for every meal!! Any takers?
I'm not sure how I'm going to figure this one out. Patience. Yep, lots of that and lots of cheering. Heaven help us! If I get this on video, you'll see what I mean.
Nathan is also becoming really picky with what he's eating. I've blogged about this before and nothing has changed. One day he likes eggs, the next he doesn't. One day, he'll eat chicken the next day he wants nothing to do with it. He's even refused to eat lasagna! One of his favorites. This is starting to wear on me. We don't live in a restaurant and as much as I love cooking, I don't want to be one of those parents that allows the child to dictate their menu. However, Nathan needs to eat. I'm really struggling with this one.
The other day, I made Nathan eggs for breakfast and he wanted nothing to do with them and I wanted nothing to do with playing chef again. So, I put the eggs in the frig and we went upstairs to take a shower. I figured we'd try again when we were finished. Well, that didn't work out well. He still wanted nothing to do with them. Then, I tried oatmeal (usually another favorite). He took one look at this bowl and turned his head!! STINKER.
Well, lucky for me Nathan's therapist was on her way in the door and she had just recently experienced Nathan's self-feeding drama. I explained what was happening and she dug her heels in ~ she offered to sit there for 45 minutes until he ate it ~ by himself! Oh, thank God.
Interestingly enough, it didn't take 45 minutes - it took about 10. Of course it did.
These are just the trials of parenting. As difficult and frustrating as they can be ~ I'll take them any day!
PS - He's also decided that brushing his teeth isn't much fun and he'd rather not do that either. UHG! :-)