Picky Picky Picky

We knew it was a possibility. With Connor's Daddy being the picky eater that he is (but he is getting better!), chances were pretty good it could pass on through genetics. Up until a few weeks ago, Connor would eat just about anything offered to him . . . except bananas . . . and peas. He was trying all kinds of new foods. But time's are a changin'! Unless we want to deal with a doozy of a fit, we have to feed Connor before we eat. Otherwise, he refuses anything but what we're eating. And foods he used to eat are now spit out promptly . . . except squash, sweet potatoes, and pears. Those three are kept on hand in case we need to switch to Plan B. Tonight's menu consisted of an appetizer of chunks of fresh pear followed by the main course of turkey and rice with vegetables. However, most of it ended up on the highchair or smeared on Connor's face rather than in his mouth. And he certainly did NOT appreciate it when I offered him more. He has started another trick that, at times, can be endearing. When he's in a playful mood, he'll offer a treat, and just when you think he's going to give it to you, he pops it in his mouth with a smile and giggle. But when he's in a cranky mood, he'll just drop it on the floor.