Feeding Z these days is like taking a pass/fail exam. I watch his behavior and try to decide, is he in a veggie mood, bread, meat, baby food, which brand? which flavor? Self feed? Does he want me to feed him? Then I prepare several options, table food, milk, water. I always have several jars ready. Okay, it's time, cheese cube, pass, Ha! That was an easy one. Green beans... yesterday pass, today... fail (miserably). Wheat bread, he picks it up, pass. Oh, unexpected trick question, throws it on the floor. Fail! How about pasta, the cute twirly kind... He takes one look and fail! Z, if you would just try them, you can ask anyone carbs are delicious... Fail! Time for jars, turkey casserole with mixed vegetables, smells like garbage... Pass! Didn't see that one coming. Finish the meal off with yogurt, plain, at first glance... fail, force a bite, hm, he likes it... Pass!
An hour and half our groceries for the week later, and mealtime is over, only 3 hours till we do it all over again...
So Z is a high maintenance eater. In his defense, he has been under the weather the past few weekends. Last weekend, he was running a fever, which we attributed partly to his 1 year shots and partly to the 5th (count it) 5th tooth sprouting. He woke up in the middle of the night Saturday with the saddest little cry we'd ever heard, and he was burning up and in a pool of drool! Poor guy. Now, this weekend he has a runny nose (again) and is running another low-grade fever. I can't wait for him to be well for good, even though he rarely fusses and thankfully, his sleep hasn't been affected. I just feel so bad for him.
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