Five things I attempted to feed Luki for dinner yesterday:

1. Fried rice: he took one bite, made his old man face and started swatting at the spoon every time it came near his mouth.

2. Lentils: when he saw that the food was coming out of a different bowl, he opened his mouth expectantly… upon discovering lentils, he started swatting at the spoon with both hands.

3. Apple sauce: he ate a couple of spoonfuls, but upon realizing that the apple was being used as a decoy to sneak in the lentils, he decided that opening his mouth wasn’t worth the risk. He’d rather starve.

4. A cracker with peanut butter and jelly: there was peanut butter and jelly on his high chair, his shirt, his hands, his nostrils, his hair… but, alas, none of it landed inside his oral cavity.

5. A plain saltine: he held on to it for forty five minutes… we went to the grocery store and the entire time we were there he kept it in his hand, putting it in his mouth for a few seconds to suck on it, but refusing to bite.

In conclusion: My son ate the salt off of a cracker for dinner.

I guess this means that the picky-eating toddler years have officially begun. Wow, I never thought I’d say this, but life was so much easier when he was permanently attached to my boob!

P.S. We did manage to get him to have yogurt and some string cheese before bed. Apparently he’s decided to become a dairyterian.