I still hate it
I've spent most of this afternoon batch-cooking some meals, making far more effort than I do for anything I eat! Got him in the high chair for tea and he could not give a fuck. He had about 3 spoons and was just looking around the room, avoiding eye contact with me and knocking food all over himself. OH came into the kitchen and just said 'Just leave it if he doesn't want it. These things take time.'
I'm sure he's right but at this moment in time, he can shove his well-meaning platitudes up his arse! It's me thinking what to feed him, making it and sitting there like a fucking lemon 3 times a day!
I just feel like I'm wasting money and time and he's not eating enough.