My daughter eats broccoli.
Okay, so maybe by "eat" I mean that she ate two bites and threw 14 bites on the floor. (Yes, I did just count the pieces of broccoli on my kitchen floor.) But if you are one who recalls my many years of sitting at the table long hours after everyone else left until I could stealthily feed my vegetables to my dog finished my vegetables and/or my having to eat my leftover supper vegetables for breakfast the next morning, you know that it is a small miracle that any green at all would pass my offspring's lips.
Tonight's supper was a particularly toddler-esque meal. We tried diced cooked carrots, a la Gerber (floor: 3 bites, mouth: 0 bites). We tried the broccoli (floor:14, mouth: 2). We tried de-li-cious homeade potato soup (this one stayed on the spoon with just a drop on her tongue). We tried whole grain "veggie" crackers, which have very little vegetable matter in them (floor: 6, mouth: 1). We tried a cut-up Gerber chicken stick (floor: 5, mouth: 0). We tried quartered and peeled grapes (floor: 5, mouth:1, mom:2). The score before I brought out the ringer: 33 bites on the floor, 4 bites on the floor. And 1/2 a grape for mom.
Thank God (and Mr. Leo and WIC) for Pediasure and its total nutrition-y goodness.
I admit defeat and bust out the shredded colby-jack. Even her blessed cheese is scorned tonight, though not after she shovels a few bites in.
Oh well. At least the dogs will feast tonight. I mean, just in case John is reading this, at least I will have fun sweeping tonight.
Any advice? She will only let you feed her ice cream or sweet yogurt (like, say, Yoplait whipped chocolate and raspberries). Everything else, she has to finger-feed. Help!