In our new house, we have a large pantry. The feature was the envy of several of the relatives who helped us move in. I’m quite fond of it myself.
I knew that I liked it, but I had no idea how much Philip would. At our old place, Philip had to rely on us to retrieve items out of cupboards well above his reach. Sometimes, it took a few tries to figure out what he wanted. Now, Philip can just open a door, mull over his eating options, and then select his snack. Philip can either point out his choice to us or grab it himself since I store our small step stool in the pantry, too.
Imagine my surprise last week when Philip gestured to the jar of peanut butter. Philip has never liked peanut butter. I assumed this would continue due to its texture. But Philip decided he wanted to give peanut butter another try. I scooped a tiny bit on a spoon and handed it to him. He stared at it. He poked a finger into it. He opened his mouth and closed it. He opened up again and made to move the spoon into his mouth, and then he stopped. This continued for several minutes. I left him alone, afraid if I said anything, it would distract or overwhelm him. Finally, he stuck the spoon in his mouth.
And then he asked for more.
These photos were taken a week later. Philip no longer wanted me to spoon the peanut butter for him. I know. It’s poor hygiene to eat food directly from the jar. But wouldn’t you let your picky eater do the same if he added a new food to his repertoire?
As a bonus, I even convinced Philip to try the peanut butter on a graham cracker. That was a winner, too.