Last night, we were at Applebee's. Ivy had grilled cheese and broccoli. She was close to being full, but I was trying one more bite of broccoli with her. Evidently, she WAS done. In an effort to get the broccoli out of her mouth, she puked.
Eating all week has been a challenge. We figured out what the problem is. She won't eat from me. She will only accept food from Daddy. I can give her a spoonful of whatever. She just scrunches up her face. Give that exact spoon to Jeremy, and she's starving.