Around here, we do — or aim for — intuitive eating for the whole family. We started with breastfeeding on cue; we did self-feeding (also called baby-led weaning, with the British definition for “wean”: to introduce anything other than milk) with the Boychick since he first had solids at 7mo, eating the same food we ate; and we’ve always tried to honor his requests for milk, water, foods, and so on. (So, sometimes we’ve told him we were all out when we might not have been, but as he grows more perceptive, we limit that — not only because we can’t get away with it, but because we’d rather not lie to him, and have him learn that lying is acceptable.) We do all eat as a family, and only make one meal, but no one is required to eat anything they don’t want.
Sometimes, this means the Boychick has strawberry ice cream for breakfast. Sometimes, this means we do eggs for dinner. Sometimes, this means he asks for grapes for dessert (sometimes we even have them). Usually, this means he avoids zucchini like the plague, and eats all carrots of any kind placed in front of him (cabbage is another favorite, except in lo mein — don’t ask me, I only live here). It means sometimes he has three plates of food, and sometimes three bites. We don’t cater to him, but he does, basically, get to eat what he wants, when he wants.
Yesterday? It meant he ate four peanut butter and two Vanilla Almond Crunch granola bars — in less than two hours.
My only question? Where did he fit them all??