The doctor suggested that Aiden can now eat pretty much anything we can eat, assuming it’s cut into managable slices. Specifically, rotisserie chicken makes a good meal.
We had some of that chicken for dinner last night, and Aiden seemed to like it. It’s neat to see him eating “real” food, instead of milk, gerbers, and cookies.
I have a feeling that the cookies won’t be removed from his diet any time soon. At least, not if he has his way. He knows where we keep the cookies (in a cabinet), and he can open that cabinet and grab a cookie (or six). We’re in trouble.