I met a woman with 3 teenagers when Kate was just 14 months old. She told me "the hard things get easier and the easy things get harder". At the time I assumed she was referring to it being easier to get them ready to go in the morning, since they learn to dress themselves, but it gets harder to keep them out of jail. But I see now that already, it's easier to communicate with Kate, but much harder to get her to eat. She used to inhale my quesadillas, now, not so much. Last night, I went for the "fun!" approach:
No, huh? What about if I give you...ketchup for dipping?!? 
Still I get this look:
I ran upstairs to deal with some laundry after adding the exciting ketchup to the deal. Upon my return, the quesadilla had been completely eaten! This did not smack of the Kate style at all. At once I knew exactly who'd taken care of the quesadilla. I glared at the offender, sitting quietly, wide-eyed and sweet looking, on the floor next to Kate as Kate sat eating just the ketchup:
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That's a look that runs in the family, sho nuff.
I often find myself saying "Irene could you please come to the table and look at your food" around mealtimes.
This happens at my house ALL the time! I will turn around for a second and that dog is up off the couch, across the room, and inhales the food right off Clara's highchair. Of course, it doesn't help that Clara loves it.
The spelling out the food into letters. I haven't tried that yet. Very clever.
Lisa, your posts are just hilarious! I love this one...
Soon enough she will develop a hollow leg. My nephews are chronically hungry.
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