I alluded to this in a previous post, but Miles has become increasingly conditional about the circumstances under which he eats. It’s gotten to the point that he won’t even allow us to feed him, closing his mouth and turning his head unless he is not only holding the utensil but is also putting food on it himself, the latter of which is challenging enough that most dinners end in frustration for him (and food on the floor for us to clean up).
“I don’t know what else we can do,” I said about this the other night.
“Well,” Jaclyn replied, “eventually he’ll just have to eat.”
And she wasn’t wrong. Miles does eventually get so hungry that he has no choice but to accept our help. Sadly though, “eventually” has come between 1:30 and 2:30 AM the past two nights.
Well played, kid.