Roxi has learned how to keep from eating food she doesn't like . . . It's so simple! Just spit it out! And if that doesn't get their attention, spit it out and then throw it as far as you can.
Mealtimes have become a bit of an adventure.
Rob and I have many ways of getting her to eat, and sometimes these methods are even successful. Begging doesn't usually work, nor does trying to convince her that X food is actually the most delicious morsel on the planet. Distraction has much better odds, and can include singing, dancing, flailing, whirling washcloths, cat herding, toy hijinks and trading bites of X food for puff treats.
This week, however, all our extraordinary efforts have been for naught. The girl will only eat grapes and strawberries. We fear she will start ballooning into a giant grape, a la Willy Wonka's blueberry girl. Or perhaps start asking for a big berry house like Strawberry Shortcake.
We're sure it's just a phase. Roxi will surely transition into a cheese-only phase soon just to keep us on our toes. And for now, we're enjoying her permanent strawberry scent.