Feeding Julia exhausts me.
The most trying meal of the day is dinner. She’s tired, fussy and generally not interested in food. And if we don’t get enough food into her, she doesn’t sleep well at night. And since getting Julia to sleep early enough and long enough is another daily challenge, I can’t afford a hungry two-year-old-tummy interfering.
So I am on a perpetual mission to find new tricks to entice her into eating.
One of our favorites at the moment is feeding her ‘hungry dinosaurs’ — where we line up an army of plastic dinosaurs and pretend that each one is chomp-chomping a bite of food and then slip it instead into Julia’s mouth. It’s hilarious how often that game has worked.
Another trick when I’m desperate is having a ‘picnic’ on the carpet. We put down a blanket and eat our dinner in the playroom.
But last night, all three of those games failed to get more than two bites of dinner into my stubborn little cherub.
I gave up.
Then my mom (Grandma to Julia) called from the kitchen, “Julia do you want some sweet potato?”
(We had some left over baked sweet potato in the fridge that wasn’t part of the evening’s dinner.)
With excitement in my voice, I whispered to Julia, “Quick, Grandma’s got a treat for you… run.” Julia ran into the kitchen calling out, “A treat? A treat? What is it?”
“Yummy sweet potato… It tastes just like candy!”, said Grandma and gave her a cold little cube of baked sweet potato.
And can you believe it? She said, “Mmmm… yummy.” She then played a game of running back and forth from the playroom to the kitchen to continue getting ‘treats’ from Grandma.
Maybe I should nickname Julia my little ‘Sweet Potato’.