So...as most of you know...we have a picky eater in our house. I don't just mean he doesn't like brussel sprouts and broccoli kind of picky. I mean he doesn't eat any meat kind of picky. Doesn't bring a sandwich to school...because hey how weird is that? Can I get an AMEN? At birthday parties...he says sure I'll have a hot dog...but just the bun please. Yes. We have a picky eater. No I can't hide meat in spaghetti sauce either because what kind of weird crap is spaghetti sauce Mom? Nope. The things other Moms of picky eaters can hide things in are also on the "no eat" list. Let him starve you say? Oh great idea. Already thought of that. Problem is...he really did starve. Then he got sick and went to the hospital. Swell idea. The boy means business. So for all you judge-y type people out there. I challenge you to come over and change his ways. I dare you. I DOUBLE dog dare you.
I take the position that he is growing and he does not get sick (unless we try and starve him which - as I've said, not a great plan) therefore he will start to try things in his own time. Just like I did (also a former picky eater - karma sucks).
So tonight...as we were eating dinner (Mike and Sofie were enjoying some homemade chicken wings) Lorne had already eaten. I assumed he had come down to ask for his snack. Instead he grabs a piece of lettuce from the bowl..."Is this salad?" he says. Then he eats the lettuce. Then he talks casually a bit about how great it is.
By now you could have blown me over with a feather. Next he starts eyeing up the chicken wings. "Are those chicken wings?" he says. We said "yes...would you like one?" He nods his head yes. Then walks over and chooses one from the plate and starts eating it. Sofie, Mike and I are basically sitting there in shock trying not to say the wrong thing so as not to break the spell. He talks about how much he likes it. Then he starts pondering a second one. We are jumping up and down (on the inside -seriously we don't want to ruin the moment). Then Sofie starts to realize she may soon have some competition when it comes to the future chicken wing supply and starts to verbally panic. I scream at her with my eyes to stop and she catches on (phew!). He wavers a bit about having another. We tell him no pressure. Whatever he wants (inside we are sweating bullets). So of the three left he says he'll have the small one. He takes that and eats it. Holy. Moly. Two chicken wings. Monumental.
Sofie takes a picture with my phone (which by the way...I did consider but again I was afraid of breaking the spell). He doesn't seem to mind. So I snap a few too. I have photo evidence. Lol. This moment seemed too good not to share. It is a historical day after all lol!