Food wrap up: blueberries are so pase

It seems that we've moved beyond blueberries onto string cheese and crackers. It's really more string cheese than anything else. I think it's the act of being able to hold it and eat it himself.

He also refuses to sit in his high chair for longer than a few seconds. He stands up on it and then tries to climb out if it by stepping onto the tray.

Occasionally, he'll sit in one of our chairs. Or really just use it as a stool to climb onto the table.

This leaves him with eating on the go. This would be fine, if it weren't for Mariposa. She already hovers under his high chair and the table waiting for morsels of food to magically appear on the floor (and more often than not they do. Especially when Ivan decided to play with his food and throw it around.)

But a walking toddler with cheese and crackers in his hands, right at her snout level, well, that's a treat. So I tell Ivan, that he needs to be careful that Mariposa doesn't get his food. He's learned to turn his back to her and tell her "ne," even sometimes slapping her on her snout, which we try to prevent. He's also learned to hide behind my legs while he eats his food. It's really funny.

Also, true to his toddlerhood self, he's become a rather finnicky eater who tries to exert his food likes and dislikes on every occasion. So last week when Andy walked into the bathroom holding a piece of chicken while I was giving Ivan a bath, and Ivan seemed intrigued by what dadda was doing, Andy had him try the meat. He liked it. So he had another bite, and another bite. He ate the whole piece.

In the meantime I brought goulash up to the bathroom, which he refused to eat earlier in the day. And yes, he proceeded to eat it, morsel by morsel.

He ate all of this meat while standing in the bathtub. Yes, I considered taking him out of the tub, drying him off, diapering him and dressing him, but that probably would've broken the momentum of eating meat.

So we let it be. We were humored by the whole event.