About a week ago, a lovely friend of ours offered TJ a rice cake while we were at a baby group.
I say offered – TJ stared as she gave her daughter a little tasty treat so the mum must have felt obliged to extend her generosity.
I didn’t know what this was the start of.
Coinciding perfectly with TJ showing some typical toddler traits, he’s now got me feeding him rice cakes on demand.
At first, I thought it was great as they are (reasonably) healthy and a good finger food for him to practise biting and chewing with.
I quite enjoyed how I could magic up a rice cake snack for him and be rewarded with an excited wiggle and beaming smile.
That’s until TJ has started to point to the kitchen on a very regular basis. If I ignore him or try and distract him, a meltdown occurs.
On one such occasion when I ignored him, he wriggled out of my arms and (finger) walked with me to the kitchen cupboard where he knows they are kept and looked at me in expectation.
I tried to carry him away, but the tears and throwing himself backwards moves quickly came.
So I gave in, of course.
And now I know it’s all going to happen again, and again, and again.
Baby fat falls off when they start to move more right?!