This is a rare sight these days:
Mealtimes have become a real battle lately and I’m running out of tricks and patience.
It all started on holiday – he started to take exception to the spoon, so we just made every meal finger food. Then this happened:
He couldn’t have said “What the hell is this?” any clearer, really. It coincided with a squealing phase, which was no doubt encouraged by the wonderful accoustics in a room that was tiled and vaulted, so we just put it down to General Holiday Excitement.
When we came home he had an upset tummy for a few days, so that was the new excuse. Now he has a cold, so it could be down to that… But JEEZ I wish the kid would just EAT! I’ve tried everything from distraction with TV programmes and toys, to offering grown-up food with a fork, to dancing around and singing, to giving him tiny little sandwiches, to just ignoring him completely. The fact remains that if I want to force him to eat a whole meal it will take me an hour and 15 minutes, Waybuloo on loop, a box of toys and an energetic dance routine. I just can’t be doing that in public. But if I don’t, this happens:
Yesterday Rod was working late in Aberdeen so my dear friend Mags pitched in. She’s a classically trained actress who’s just finished a highly successful run in the National Theatre in London’s West End. Needless to say, Finlay ate his entire meal in record time, so fascinated was he by the all-singing, all-dancing cabaret she improvised. If only I’d had the foresight to tape it.
As her booking fee and travel costs from the Big Smoke are a little beyond my daily budget, could anyone (and I mean ANYONE) make any suggestions as to how to persuade my little angel to eat his tea? Cos right now he is seriously unimpressed.