Last night my not so little any more boy broke through another barrier. He had chicken for dinner. I was a bit paranoid about making sure it was cooked properly, so I think it probably ended up being over-cooked if that is possible.
He doesn’t really seem to have much of a reaction to new foods I introduce to him, he just takes it all in his stride. I think he knows that we laugh at him any excuse we get, and is denying us the pleasure.
Quite busy getting ready for Girls Brigade tonight, so don’t really have time to write more than this. Tomorrow may be a different story.