G is a talker, loquacious, chatty, outgoing and gregarious. In short, he talks. A lot. Unlike his older brother, G tells us everything, from what he dressed up as at preschool, who wasn’t a good sharer at preschool, how many of a particular snack he ate at preschool, what songs, books, and rhymes they learned at preschool, etc., etc., etc., and that is only during the 5 minute drive home from preschool.
Usually I revel in G’s chattiness, since I too, am a bit of a talker, and simply love to know what he does at school. I can play “fly on the wall” as G unfolds all of his school activities, or on other occasions, I just enjoy hearing what his little 3 year old brain thinks. I love his little thoughts, observations, and quotations, and try to view his love of talk as a gift.
But recently his tendency to gab has been a huge road block to getting him to eat his dinner. Unless his plate is full of a favorite dish, he tends to start talking while we are all eating. It has become such an issue that most nights SPH, R and I have finished our meals at a leisurely pace and G is just getting started.
At first we gently reminded him to eat his dinner, and that we would love to hear more of his thoughts between bites or after the meal. On the occasional busy nights when we have to get somewhere, SPH and I have found ourselves feeding G, almost as if he was a toddler again, just to help encourage the process. We even tried using a timer set for a reasonable amount of time and saying, “you need to be done before this timer rings if you want to ____(fill in the reward)________.”
Last night however I felt a little ridiculous. We needed to get to an activity and we had a good 40 minutes to eat dinner. R finished in good order, I was done too, and G had hardly touched his dinner. I do not like to make my kids feel rushed, but G’s eating pace was slow as molasses. I even said “it’s time to stop talking and start eating” more than once, but to no avail.
Later, after a stressful finish to dinner with me telling him again and again to eat, even feeding him a bit, when G and I had a moment alone, I asked him why he was eating.
G’s reply was simple: “I didn’t know if I would like it.”
“Well, what happened when you tasted it?” I inquired
“I *loved* it mommy!”
Our conversation continued with me not really understanding why he takes so long to eat. Perhaps it is the talking, the lack of motivation/hunger or just his personality. But any and all advice is welcome!