Forty-Nine Weeks

Our awesome eater, just weeks shy of her first birthday (a pivotal point in the eating world), has decided to take on the role of picky eater. I'm starting to understand parents' frustration with this and why resisting the temptation to fix them whatever they'll eat is so hard. Surrey used to love vegetables, would try anything and most of the time enjoy it. She now almost refuses to eat a vegetable that isn't pureed in baby food form. Carrots, once treated like candy, now won't even enter her pincer grasp. Great, she'll be fat like her mom who only eats sweets. Or, she'll be like her dad and be a lover of all things meat. We're doomed. Ok, I'm exaggerating, but really, it's slightly anxiety provoking.
I also just could NOT wait until she turned 11 months because her pediatrician gave us the go ahead to start transitioning to whole milk. Praise the Lord! The cost of formula is outrageous and the smell is vomit-inducing. Good riddens! Or so I thought. Surrey hates whole milk. She'll take several sips from her cup like it's nothing but then realizes it's foreign and begins trying to push it out with her tongue. Today I tried it in a bottle (I know - bad move!). I thought that was the answer, until 1 oz into it she started crying and turning her head and refusing it. Dang it.