Having a child that thinks dinner, lunch and anything else involving any kind of food is a complete waste of time is a bit challenging when we’re out and about. To Little Z, life should all be about fun and running and playing with toys. Food doesn’t feature on that list at all. Meat is bad. Veg is bad. Pulses are bad. Fish fingers and pasta are ok. And fruit is amazing. Yep…fruit. Bizarrely he absolutely loves fruit and my parents regularly joke about how a meat loving pair have ended up with a seemingly veggie child.
Little Z has always been on the skinny side and, like any good medal deserving parent, I’ve always taken full advantage of this when it comes to high chairs. We found he fit into a lot of the bigger toddler ones for quite a while and would speedily whisk him into one as soon as we enter a restaurant. He’d happily get distracted by the crayons and colouring sheets for a while before realising he couldn’t escape. We were happy and he was happy (mostly).
Then over the last few months he’s suddenly had a few growth spurts and the day came when we realised he would have to sit in a proper chair. With no belt. With complete freedom in sight. With the capacity to shoot off in any direction a 3 year old wants to. His little face lights up each time we visit somewhere. As if he’s scanning the proximity of the place quickly go get his bearings of what will be his new playground. With a cautious “I don’t want to sit in a high chair” thrown our way. As if to check. A smile on his face as we tell him he can sit on a proper chair.
The first few times was spent trying to persuade a squirmy eager boy to sit still as we made lame threats and promises of no ice cream / lots of ice cream / new toy / no toy. Then came the “that waiter is looking” trick which worked for a while. Then came the chasing him about whilst trying to eat and relax and not play a bickering tag team game with the hubby phase. I don’t think this this last phase ever ends.
And after months of scooping him up
repeatedly has come a handful of outings where he’s sat down (mostly!) through the entire meal. And entertained himself and us through non stop chatter and stories. He only lasts till about dessert time but I will take that as a complete success. Could it be?
Little Z has learnt how to sit still?