This past weekend we had a bonfire in our backyard. And Elijah ate a roasted marshmallow for the first time ever. I know what you might be thinking...marshmallows are unhealthy. And you'd be right. What you might not be thinking is that eating a marshmallow is a major accomplishment.
It is. An accomplishment, that is.
Last year Elijah wasn't able to bite off a piece of something and eat it.
But now he is.
His repertoire of foods is growing. And we're really happy about that...even if it is a marshmallow. I've also been known to rejoice over the consumption of french fries. Because even though some foods aren't the healthiest options, they give Elijah new sensations and experiences and as a result he grows. He learns. It might motivate him to self-feed (after he ate the marshmallow, he kept grabbing my hand and pulling it to his mouth! He's never done that before).
Besides, this kid eats better than any two year old I know. He doesn't ask me for cheetos or soda or pizza. He doesn't even know those things exist.
I never knew I would be happy about the consumption of unhealthy food, but I am. Then again, there are a lot of things I never knew.