Today is an exciting day. No, I’m not referring to Tax Day. This is even greater. Today my daughter ate half a steak.
If you have never read my blog before than this will not seem like a momentous, celebration-worthy event, but my faithful readers (and anyone who has ever shared a meal with Alex) knows what a big deal this is. This child has eaten grilled-cheese sandwiches every night for weeks on end because she refused to eat anything different. I hate the idea of sending her to bed hungry so I started buying baby-food pouches…for my two and a half year old. She has made chicken nuggets and grilled-cheese a permanent fixture in her life (along with a bunch of fruits and breakfast foods). This week I strive to end the food-madness.
I started Saturday night by sitting at the table with her, tv off, eating a grilled cheese (I wanted our first night of shared dinners to be something she liked). We made a HUGE deal of eating the same foods, taking bites at the same time, and generally enjoying her favorite meal. This was the trick, the buy in, the bait and switch!
Sunday night I made pasta and I left sauce off of her portion and had Alex try it…and she ate it. I cheered for each bite. I clapped, danced, sang, made goofy faces and did everything in my power to get this child to eat those noodles…and to my surprise, she DID!
Then it was Monday night…pork chops, macaroni and cheese and green beans (a totally normal-kid-friendly meal). I had Alex help me set the table (which she LOVES to do and does quite well). Then she got Mike ice for his cup (ALL the ice. I think she used the entire bucket to fill his Tervis Tumbler). The three of us sat together and literally cheered every time Alex took a bite. She REFUSED to eat the pork chop. Flat out would not touch it. But, with each bite of macaroni and cheese the cheering started again…and again…and again…and again.
When it came time to eat her green-beans, you would have thought I was feeding her straight lard. She would put one in her mouth, gag dramatically, make an awful face, and then try to spit it out into her waiting hand. We got her to eat and actually swallow about 8 beans.
Tonight was the shining star, the glorious moment, the epitome of picky-eating victories. This child ate STEAK! I made steak and carrots for myself and Mike and then I made her chicken nuggets and put carrots on her plate. I was going to make carrots the main challenge while still giving her some meat. I had a good plan. But, she changed my plans for me and ASKED for my “stuff”. She wanted steak. Steak?! I was in such shock I dropped my knife and fork on the floor while trying to hurriedly cut her a tiny piece before she changed her mind. I, of course, had to cheer for each and every bite, but she ate half of my steak. She refused to touch her carrots, but who cares. SHE ATE STEAK!
So this means two things…she IS willing to try new foods if I act like a complete and total moron…and I have to cook more often.