As you have probably guessed, taking pictures every day is not my thing. This post would be perfect with a cute picture of Sanders, but alas I did not think of it until just now.
Sanders is either super happy or supper grumpy. You ALWAYS know how he is feeling. He is a big goofball and is often found singing as he is walking silly and waggling his head just to get a laugh. He's also been known to throw a big, huge fit if made to wear a shirt he doesn't think flatters him that day.
He skips nearly everywhere he goes. It's the most delightful thing to watch.
He wants to be my pickiest eater ever, but what he doesn't realize fully is that doesn't work for our family. So he has a few hard lessons ahead of him. For example, tonight he didn't like what we had for dinner. Tough luck, Mister. You may be young-er but I know you won't ever let yourself starve.
It finally came down to he had to have at least ONE bite before he could get down (not before he got different food, that wasn't an option). We put one bite of food on a fork and then sat next to him on the table.
He whined, and pleaded, and sang, and made silly faces, and blew kisses. But picky eating doesn't fit in our family life style and I won't encourage it not matter how stubborn they chose to be. They don't have to like everything that is made for dinner but they do have to be grateful for the time and effort that goes into feeding anyone. That is done by eating something that isn't what they would have chosen. They don't have to eat ALL of it, but they need to show gratitude.
Lest you think this rule completely harsh, lunch is a lot more laid back. There are more options and I am willing to cater to everyone's cravings. They still need to be grateful for the service they are receiving, but they do have more of a say.
Dinner is different. Everyone is tired by then. I want to be able to sit down and actually eat with my family----not be running around fixing different things for everyone. One meal works best for that.
He chose to sit there for 30 minutes after everyone had finished. He knew what he had to do. He's a very smart boy.
Eventually, getting out and playing with his siblings out weighed winning the picky-eating battle. He willingly picked up his own fork, put it in his mouth, chewed, swallowed with a big smile on his face and we all celebrated!
That's the thing about us. We celebrate BIG time for well chosen decisions. Even decisions as small as one bite of food.