Grandson is almost 17 months old. I know, its hard to fathom. Where did the time go?
As all children do, he transitioned into people food age appropriately and new foods are continued to be introduced. He has his favorites, oatmeal, bananas, and he's definitely his grandmother's grandchild because he loves pasta and potatoes (I never met a pasta or a potato that I didn't like and that's why I'm 50 pounds overweight).
He's over for dinner 2 nights a week. I have to be careful in meal planning because I need to make sure to include something he will like to eat. In realty, shrimp, which we all like to eat, is not going to cut it for someone his age so there is a backup plan, at least here. At grandmother's house he is a vegetarian. No matter how we cook the meat, he rarely eats chicken, ham, etc., that we serve here (he will at his own home).
Yesterday the young family came over for dinner. Step grand daughter is missing; she's spending the summer in the New York area with her father, as she does every summer. I planned Betty Crocker's Suddenly Salad Bacon and Ranch pasta salad (a crowd favorite, I always have to make 2 boxes of it), chicken teriyaki barbecued on skewers, and barbecued zucchini. I wasn't sure if the wee one had the suddenly salad before (he had as it was a favorite of son's) so I made cheese noodles, Knorr's 4 Cheese Pasta. I knew he liked them from a previous time I served them.
I made the mistake of holding him while I was at the stove dishing out the hot pasta into a bowl for him to cool down while we were finishing the last of the meal's preparation. Perfectly safe, he was never in danger when I was holding him. Stove was off. I just had a bowl and spoon by the pot on the far burner he couldn't reach and was preparing some so they would be cool when we sat down to dinner.
He saw the noodles and all bets were off. He wanted down and he wanted in his high chair. Son was just moving it over to the table and he helped him into it, buckling him in. From the time he started in his high chair, I made it a point (along with his parents) of folding his hands together when it was time to eat saying "let's pray". We say a very simple prayer "thank you Lord for the meal we are about to eat." For the past month or so when he gets into his high chair, he folds his hands and waits until we all sit down and we all say "let's pray" and then the prayer. He patiently is sitting there with his hands folded while we bring the food to the table etc.
I brought another bowl to the table and told son (DIL joined us a bit later as she was working and a bit late coming over) to put some noodles into the bowl to get them ready for when the bowl I had ready was empty, he would have a fresh batch to serve to the wee one that was cooled down. We prayed and son gave him the bowl I had gotten ready for the wee one, which had cooled down by now.
We could not keep him in pasta noodles. Son was continually filling up one bowl or another. He put a piece of zucchini on the tray as well as some chicken and pasta salad. If the wee one tries something he doesn't like he will spit it out, collect it on his fingers and want to give it to you. He would have nothing to do with the chicken or the pasta salad. Did take the piece of zucchini, licked it and promptly handed it to son. But he ate 3/4 of the pot of pasta. Several times he handed son the empty bowl with a look like if he was Oliver Twist he would have said "please sir, can I have more?" Thankfully there was more and then more on top of that.
Any grandparent will say. It is a joy to be one. I totally agree. It is worth the EXTREME heat to be living 3 miles close to them. He's been a joy. Of course every grandparent says their grandchild(ren) are smart. He is the same. Smart. Sharp, learning, active, busy, full of energy, much loved, a blessing.
Thank you God!
(Happy 4th; be safe out there).