Eli can be so “normal”. To the point where nobody KNOWS. He’s just like everybody else. But he is so picky with foods, and I think that no matter how much I supplement with vitamins and drinks, he’s just not getting what he needs to stay well. So I put my foot down. I blew my lid the other day and said THAT’S IT! I’m sick of fixing peanut-butter and jelly every time you don’t like what I fix (which is nightly), so YOU WILL EAT WHAT I FIX OR YOU WON’T EAT! I AM NOT A CHEF! I AM A MOM!
So tonight, after letting him have a Happy Meal to fill him up so that he won’t go hungry when he refuses my homemade vegetable soup (yeah, I stick to my guns…don’t mess with me buddy.) I make him eat ONE BITE OF FREAKING APRICOT. The dried kind…you know, the kind that taste like candy. I’m desperate. I just wanted him to eat something NEW. So I started SMALL…not even forcing the soup yet…
ONE BITE. 6 CHEWS. THEN PUKE.
Where do you start when a baby-step is too big?