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Emergency Bunny
May 10th, 2006

Yesterday Jay and Ian ate new things. That's right, previously unknown food items were served and consumed in our household. Let a hallelujah ring out across the rooftops. Before I became a parent I don't think I would have believed that convincing my kids to eat blueberry pancakes and turkey meatballs could put such a bounce in my step. It would be fabulous if I could say that some new approach I tried worked or that the recipes came from a new cookbook I could share with you, but the real reason behind this slight thaw in the picky wars is, I suspect, that Jay is growing up.

Practically since birth Jay has slept with his raggedy stuffed bunny, Bunny Bunny. We don't remember where Bunny Bunny came from, but she was ours before Jay was born and he chose to adopt her. Since he was old enough to be scared of the dark Jay slept with the light on in the hall and his door open a crack, and from the first days of nursing on through bottles and sippy cups, he has never gone to bed without milk. Until now. In the last two months all of this has changed. First he started getting up and shutting his door after we'd finished stories and tucked him in (maybe he was tired of listening to What Not to Wear.) Then he informed us that he would be sleeping with the door shut from here on out, and shut it has been with nary a nightmare or monster under the bed. A few weeks later Bunny Bunny was put in a box next to the bunk bed and declared his 'Emergency Bunny'. And last week the milk routine was put to rest. Only the last one was parent initiated, since as far as I was concerned he could have slept with Bunny Bunny until college.

So he's growing up, and as much as it brings a little tear to my eye, it also means he's ready to try new things. And one of those new things appears to be food. Over the past month or so he has tried grilled cheese sandwiches (first at his grandparents and now with great gusto at home), fried rice, pasta with tomato sauce, chicken taquitos, homemade granola, scrambled eggs with ham, and yesterday's pancakes and meatballs. He hasn't loved them all, but he has at least tolerated almost all of them, and man you should have seen him going to town on those meatballs. The best part of all this is that it's having a bit of a trickle down effect on Ian, probably because if Jay is being more open I have more energy and confidence to get Ian to at least try a bite of this and a piece of that. And frankly Ian loves food way more than Jay ever has, so I've got a bit more ammunition there.

Now if we could just get Ian to keep his pants on at the table and stop throwing peas, dinner time might actually be something to look forward to at our house. As always, baby steps.


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My oldest is turning 8, and I too, see hope in the try new food wars. The end is in sight, as just plain hunger is gaining ground over being picky.

-posted by m on May 11th, 2006
My brother kept his stuffed polar bear with him for a very long time. It lives in a box under his bed.
In the college dorms.

-posted by on May 12th, 2006
That's too funny, I wonder if the leftover Amazon box in which Bunny Bunny currently resides will become a permanent fixture in our lives and someday be carted off to a college dorm. You never know what items from childhood are going to turn out to be precious.

That's great to hear M, let's both keep our fingers crossed!

-posted by kymm on May 17th, 2006
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