When I took Simon to his twelve-month well-baby visit, I spent a lot of time talking with the pediatrician about eating.
Me: I don’t want him to become a picky eater.
Dr: He is a picky eater.
Me: Oh…I, um, don’t think…yes. Yes, I see.
To wit:
- Simon won’t feed himself; Todd or I have to do it.
- It was only last Wednesday that he learned to eat from a spoon.
- When he eats from a spoon, I have to top every spoonful of food with a Cheerio. He notices if there is no Cheerio and thwacks the spoon away.
- Most non-pureed food gets stored in his cheeks until later.
I think a lot of this comes from poor sensory awareness in his mouth. But even so, I’m ready for him to put his own Cheerios in his own mouth.
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Simon is so very much like his Papa! We just knew Todd would grow up eating only cheese and Cheerios – and that, along with hot dogs, hamburgers (meat, cheese, and bun ONLY) and the occasional piece of chicken breast – was pretty much it until he was 12 or so! But there’s hope for an adult gourmand in there somewhere.