Since she figured out solids at the end of last year, Talia has been fantastic, eating all sorts of homecooked meat and veg. She had started to catch up with her weight and all was going well… until now.
A week or maybe a little longer ago, she started objecting to receiving food on a spoon, pushing it away with her hands and turning her head to the side. With a bit of ingenuity (”say aaah Talia!”) I could get a spoonful in, and after carefully digesting this first mouthful with all the seriousness of a wine connoisseur judging expensive shiraz (up to but not including the spitting out stage), she would then allow me to feed her the rest of the meal.
I thought I had it all under control until the beginning of this week, when she decided that not even the first spoonful would be considered acceptable, under any circumstances. It has been very difficult to deal with, as I don’t want mealtimes to be a fight, but I can’t let her go without a healthy diet. It’s not that she won’t eat – just that she won’t allow herself to be fed. It wouldn’t matter so much if she was older and able to use a spoon, but at the moment she will only accept a limited range of finger foods – and they are subject to change without warning. Savoury pikelets were a hit on Tuesday but thrown out of the high chair on Wednesday. Raisin toast has come back into favour, as have avocado finger sandwiches, but baked ricotta is now out and her acceptance of random veges appears to depend entirely on her mood, the phase of the moon and whether or not the wind is blowing from the west.
This is the sort of point where you realise that being a mother is a full time job and then some.