It seems like a feat of biblical proportions, and there must be something divine in the details.
HENRY ATE FOOD!
Yes, Henry, the boy who wouldn’t eat. Henry, who gags at the sight of a spoon. Henry, who can seal his lips tighter than a bank vault.
We gave Henry some broken up Cheerios, and he…ate them. (Gagged and vomited when trying to swallow them, but just a little, and kept going.)
Then, after working up an appetite chasing some sweet potato chunks around his tray, he pounced and ate them, too.
Today we added some peach chunks to the menu, and, well, what do you know, he sort of ate them, too.
Hooray for Henry!