He arrives at 6:45am and never eats beforehand. His mom is terribly frustrated and worried as he eats sooooo little...even at home. I've deduced that he prefers things with strong flavours. He ate his risotto and brown beans today (with me feeding him), but didn't seem to like the quinoa salad. Fair enough....I don't like it much either to be honest. I'm hoping that my 'cheering' technique might take hold soon and he'll start feeding himself. Like you, Momof4, I shove a mouthful in every time I walk by, though he often has the last bite chipmunked in his cheeks. At least there's a little progress and I hope to stop feeding him in the next few weeks, with effort.
The sleeping....I may have just answered my own question. I finally went downstairs after he'd been awake for about an hour. Firmly told him 'No thank you! It is time for sleep!"....popped his soother back in, covered him up and I think (THINK) he's gone back to sleep. Boogerstink! I guess I'll just keep up ignoring him, till he gets too loud, then be forceful. Hopefully that will do the trick. Thanks ladies! My sanity's hanging by a thread today! Had to resort to a soft shoe routine to 'Beyond the Sea' and singing loudly, badly and in a very animated way to 'Paradise by The Dashboard Lights' to put a stop to the incessant whining of ALL the children at lunch. It seems that jazz hands and making an ass of oneself is the key to toddlers' hearts.
Oh so dignified.