We’re still sick, but well enough to head to the grocery store for some much needed provisions (read: Reese’s Peanut Butter Hearts), so we did just that.
We came home, had dinner, and then it was time for The Bath. (The tot LOVES baths, and I have come to dread them because she’d stay in there all day and night if I let her.) As she was getting undressed, I pulled out a Heart and began unwrapping it.
“Can I have that?”
“That. Can I have that?”
“Ooookaaay. It’s chocolate on the outside and peanut butter on the inside. Here – touch it.” I held it out, expecting a one or two finger touch.
She grabbed it, turned it all around, and scratched the back.
“Oooh! It’s scratchy!” (Adjectives, so problematically all the time.)
She handed it back and I took a small bite. I held it up for her to look at the peanut butter.
“See? Peanut butter.” We’ve been having a lot of peanut butter lately, hoping to – I don’t know – get her to eat it eventually. :sigh:
She nabbed it from my hand and took a bite. Part fell out of her mouth and she handed the candy back to me.
“You got some! Did you get a bite in your mouth?” Glee or incredulity, I’m not sure which I felt more of. Of which I felt more? Whatever. Happy Happy Joy Joy.
She swallowed. (Miracle of miracles, this alone.) “Uh huh!”
I held the point of the heart up. “You could bite this part now, if you want.”
Again she grabbed it and ate the heart point.
I could tell from the look on her face both times that the mooshy texture in her mouth was not exactly great, but man oh man, she held it together and ate it.
This is so awesome. Now, if we could just get her to eat bread.