I love therapy. Marriage, behavioral, psychoanalytical, hypno, physical, massage, hydro, You name the therapy and chances are I've been there and done that.
And wouldn't you know, Henry loves therapy too! We see an SLP once a week for speech therapy and now I've added an Occupational Therapist to Henry's schedule, because the kid is a picky eater. Really picky. Now I understand that a lot of toddlers have food preferences and sometimes only eat goldfish crackers for two days, but I had this gut feeling that Henry took being picky a little too far and so I enrolled him in the Food Clinic at the local Children's Hospital.
Henry with his chopsticks
As it turns out, Nick and I are shitty parents and are doing everything wrong. The therapist said it in a much nicer way, but that was pretty much what she meant.
So far he hasn't eaten anything new, but he's spent a lot of time smashing blueberries and smelling juice. I'm skeptical...
