Jack: “I LOVE rice!”
Ben: “What are those things that look like ravioli but they’re not?” Me: “Dumplings?” Ben: “Yeah! Those are good. Can you make them again?”
Ben: “Can I have another piece of lettuce?”
Jack: “Carrots make you strong. Look at my muscles.”
Ben: “Can you make corn on the cob again? Dr. Fried said that if I eat more corn on the cob that maybe my teeth will start to fall out and then the tooth fairy will come. I’m going to eat ALL the corn on that plate.”
Jack: “Coach Dave said that I need to eat lots of vegetables to be good at soccer. And cucumbers are vegetables. I like cucumbers.”
OK, so there might be a little stretching the truth in there, but more importantly, there has been no fighting, no forcing and no bribing.
Just putting the food on the table and offering it. It may take six months to get in a new food or two, but it’s working. For some of you, the fact that my four year old said he loves rice isn’t a big deal. But for us, the night that that happened, my husband and I looked at each other and were paralyzed, as if, if we moved, something would change his mind. But he said it. And then he had more. It’s all about the small successes coupled with many, many, many deep breaths. And if that doesn’t work, there’s always the dentist and the soccer coach to help.