progress

Our little one has become a bit discerning in the food department over the last few months. Not liking things that once upon a time were his favorite. Once a fruitarian, now he's down to five. If meals aren't on a very regular rotation, it's like trying to get him to try it for the first time again. I wouldn't necessarily call him picky. He eats a pretty good variety of foods, but he's a selective eater. One to stare down his nose at dinner, carefully examining what's on the spoon with squinted eyes and a wrinkled forehead. And he can be very stubborn. It's frustrating, but we've tried to be relaxed about it. Not forcing things. In the moment that can certainly be hard though. But we continue to offer him things until he hopefully one day learns to like it.

And today was one of those days.

Mandarins. I consider them to be the perfect take anywhere, no knife required fruit, so liking them is pretty crucial in my mind. And he loved them when they were last in season. So after a month of me trying to get him to eat mandarins, and him occasionally trying a section but immediately spitting it out, telling me they are either "too spicy" or "too sour", he ate one. And half of mine. Just like that. And loved it.

Sometimes even the littlest things are worth celebrating.

Actually this whole week he has been very adventurous and oddly accepting of pretty much everything that has been on the table. Initially not wanting to try the Tomato Barley Soup (again that he loved as a baby), but then devouring it. Asking for seconds of a meat and veg lasagne. Gobbling up his WeetBix with grated apple and banana instead of with the blueberries he is accustomed to.

Maybe he has turned a corner.