1st of all, there was this night when he was given a bowl of macaroni and cheese on one side and green peas on the other and he ate the peas first...because he likes them that much! I, on the other hand, have hated peas for most of my memorable life.
2nd of all, (and most alarmingly!) there was this past Saturday night when we went to a friends house for dinner/hang out time. Our friends made tacos- which Tyler scarfed down- as well as a special ice cream dessert. Tyler's never had ice cream before so this was his first go around...I had her give him a plate of the dessert because I assumed- it's ice cream who isn't going to eat it?! WELL, my friends, Tyler didn't eat it! I helped him along with the first bite by putting it on his spoon and putting it in his mouth. He proceeded to make the most hilarious face (which I didn't catch on video), as if he had been completely traumatized. And then, assuming he'd want a second bite (because who doesn't want a second bite of ice cream!) I put the next bite on his spoon and he promptly turned his head, said "no" and pursed his lips tight. And that was that. His first, and last, bite of ice cream...his facial expression was somewhere between pure terror, mouth-puckering as if we'd given him a sour lemon and utter confusion.
I had been planning to use the excuse "Well we have to go to Dairy Queen or Frozen Yogurt because Tyler wants it" this summer, but it looks like I'll have to blame it on Baby H #2 instead!
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