So here I was, pleased with the success of blw but still a bit worried that though The Boy obviously liked food and enjoyed eating it he wasn't what you might call scoffing it.
He was eating but always gave the impression that if I didn't bother to give him the food it's not like he'd be bothered.
Earlier this month tooth #1 and tooth #2 appeared and after tooth #2's arrival the boy is eating... I mean really, really eating like, next time we go out he's getting his own meal or I'll starve, eating.
The debris around his chair is now reduced to the stuff he throws over the side deliberately because a) he doesn't like it (red and green pepper and lettuce) or b) he's finished eating and mostly wants to play now.
Now he will finish a bowl of pasta, a small sandwich or a baked potato plus yoghurt and fruit without any problems and has radically reduced his milk intake - a tangible sign of success methinks!
Go The Boy!
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