That's "GoreMay" for ya

As I ate my glycemically friendly breakfast this morning I stared at my little bear cub's empty high chair.  Meanwhile he's running to and fro about the kitchen around me, decorating our sliding glass door with the remnants of his most recent bite of breakfast from his hands and face.  I contemplated the good ol' days (3 weeks ago) when Gus would happily slurp down any old thing put in front of his nose from the comfort of his now empty high chair. 

I catch myself playing little mind games against my food critique these days.  It's not that he's picky, it's just that he's realized something very fun and empowering...he can choose, dun dun dun!

He can read me like a card shark catching tells.  Watching me over his tray he can see a mommy who wants him to finish his carrots and toast . . . that approving look in my eyes, how I eagerly bite my tongue with each mouthful I get him to take . . . and before the job is done he puts on the breaks and nothing more is gettin' in that mouth!  I can't blame the little fellow. It's not like a lot is up to him of such parent frustrating magnitude.

I can play a game too though.  Mine goes something like this: "This plate of food here, it's not for you.  It's for me. I'm just gonna sit here at the table and ...oh, you want some?  Well I guess I can share...all of it"  I win :)  Yes, my hungry bear cub likes his food  To Go a lot these days.  Eating bites and spoonfuls from our plates and taking crackers and sippy cups is all the rage.  And I can go with that, cause I just love that little angel face sooooooooooo much!

Not to say that I haven't also improved the selection around here.  Dan has to help me sometimes. While at the store recently Dan reminded me of a children's lunch classic: Spaghettio's.  My diet growing up was void of such staples as cold breakfast cereal and tomato sauce based noodle soups.  So sometimes (though I've come a long way toward normaldom) it just doesn't occur to me.  Top my health conscious upbringing with becoming a diabetically challenged eater a year and a half ago and...oh dear.  I forget sometimes that my boys need some human food around this place.  Suffice it to say, our cupboards are now stocked with both healthy depressing Karen food and yummy tasty human food, that even an On the Go bear cub will enjoy.