What's good for the Goose...

Dinner time has become a challenge for us. We're thankful that Greyson loves some healthy food - grapes, cheese, wheat bread, etc. But that seems to be all that he wants to eat lately. He has been turning his nose up at some of his old favorites lately, even chicken and macaroni and cheese. I'm trying to have a good attitude. It's my job to provide healthy food, it's his job to eat it. I can't make him, and I can't take it personally. But it sure is hard to watch him throw yummy food overboard every night. I had a momentary fit and tried to scold him for throwing food once last week, realized quickly that it was a loosing battle, and resigned myself to picking up food scraps each evening. For a while at least... this too shall pass :-)

A few weeks back, Greyson was eating swedish meatballs (he still loves ground beef, I think) and I had given him a fork to experiment with. I put some of the meatball on the fork and let him have it. He quickly grew frustrated with the fork because he couldn't pull the meat off with his fingers in order to eat it. Silly Goose. He refuses anything that comes his way on a fork or spoon, he insists on feeding himself. Oh, but he does love the yogurt in a tube from Panera!

One of Greysons's favorite things in his room right now is a family photo. It's a picture of Mike, Greyson and I, along with my parents and grandparents. Four generations together, taken on Greyson's third day of life. We pull it down daily and point to each family member. Greyson is fascinated with his Nana, and can even say her name!

A few other recent obsessions are the Roomba and the attic. I think both of these things scare him a bit. We run the Roomba more now that it has a new battery, and Grey loves to push his buttons (literally) but gets a little freaked out when the vacuum starts to move around the dining room. He also got a little wigged out when Daddy disappeared into the ceiling of the garage last weekend. So now whenever he sees the Roomba or the attic (which is often!) he waves and says "bye bye" to both of them. Not sure if he wants them to go away, or if he sees people go bye bye into the attic, or what the rationale is... but it's darned cute.

And we're making verbal progress now, but mostly with animals sounds - his favorite thing! This morning on the way to school he was reading his curious george book in the backseat and I got him to bark along with me while reading about the doggie. He imitated me "maaaa"-ing like a baby goat last night, and I think I heard him moooo once. Maybe he'll say words one day, but for now he's a baby dr. doolittle. Oh, come to think of it he does say ball, mama, dada, nana, and la (for lamb).