Last night my very own daughter, the one who regularly flies into hysterics if faced with food she thinks she won't like, ate a piece of broccoli. Raw. And a piece of pasta that wasn't star-shaped and in a can of Campbell's soup.
She has been doing this sort of thing more often lately, which leads me to a tiny flicker of hope that we won't be sending her off to college with a diet consisting solely of hot dogs and yogurt. The funny thing is that she will apparently try new foods if they are given to her at the counter where I'm prepping them. Put them on a plate, on the table, cooked, and she will utter her charmingly phrased demand, "Maybe I should have some yogurt instead?" Mind you, she so far has only eaten one piece of each experimental food, but I figure it's progress.
JJ is also coming along, though we are still trying to find the best window for giving him cereal, where he's hungry enough to eat it but not so hungry that he doesn't want to deal with the whole spoon thing. He's still waking up at night, but goes back to sleep much more easily than he was for some weeks. He's going in this afternoon to get measured for what his pediatrician calls a "hat" to reshape his flat spot.