Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Picky Eater Likes Raw Potato?

Our picky eater is trying his hand at some new foods lately. It all started with the slice of raw potato that fell to the floor as I was making mashed potatoes last week. He carried around this potato for the duration of my dinner making. He carried it, held it up with gusto and babbling, put it in and out of tupperware containers, and ate it....multiple bites.
"Look, I have a potato!"

"I don't need you chumps to feed me!"

"Now, chewing it with my front teeth is the tough part."

Following this display, we've given Calvin slices (maye he'll think it is a potato?) of pear and apples, which he has been loving! The downside is that it takes forever to chew them, and he takes too big of bites for his 7 little front teeth. He's has since transitioned into small cut up pieces that don't pose such a choking hazard, but mealtimes are still pretty tedious.

Since Cal's weight is still a concern after his appointment today (only 17 pounds 15 ounces), this long-awaited milestone of self-feeding will become an extra-curricular activity once again starting today. We'll primarily feed him high-cal (loaded with butter, cream, and oil) purees to get his weight heading up again. Maybe he'll eat some slices of butter...hmm...



Here are some other things that Calvin has been enjoying lately:


Palming a baseball with his left hand. Dan was thrilled...for so many reasons.

Looking out the window. He stands and walks along the window sills all the time now. He loves to look out the window with us and has even started pointing like we do.....I think he is imitating us more than actually pointing at the sky, trees, and houses, though.



Falling over and laughing with Dan. The only problem is that he has since tried this on different surfaces....like the linoleum in the kitchen. Hopefully it won't take long to learn that this is a bed-only game.

1 comment:

  1. His great grandmother (my Mom) loved raw potatoes! Now all you have to do is let him think that eating what falls on his tray is his idea--he'll be gaining weight in no time! Not to worry--he's doing fine! That little bugger is smarter than you think too--don't be surprised when he points out the window and says "house?" Love it!

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