Ladybug is a very picky eater.  She refuses most any food that isn't chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, plain bread or cinnamon Pop Tarts.  It is to the point that I am starting to seriously fear for her nutrition despite the vitamin supplements.
The other night I took a risk by choosing to take the girls to a restaurant that did not have chicken nuggets on the menu. We went to a Japanese steakhouse.  I wanted to do something special for Skittles while she's in town-- and thought to myself, 'well, maybe the entertainment of it all will get Ladybug to try something new'.  I did not believe myself for even a second, though.
But she ate!  She shoveled fried rice into her mouth with a smile.  She caught a shrimp and didn't spit it out- in fact, she announced that she likes shrimp!  She ate her chicken and told me she liked the juice on it (aka teriyaki).  She even got curious enough about the funny bottle on the table to try some soy sauce.  It was quite possibly the most exciting moment of my life.
We went to my father-in-law's for dinner last night.  With a beer in my hand, I started to tell my steakhouse story.
"I have a very special announcement to make," I started.  My in-laws froze simultneously and waited with baited breath for the next words they thought they would hear.  That's when I realized.  With a self-mocking laugh, I said, "No, no! I'm not! I was just going to tell you Ladybug ate!"  They didn't look convinced, so I even pointed out the beer in my hand.  Then I made some sort of awkward joke about how E hadn't even been home in two months, at which my father-in-law almost choked to death on nothing in particular. 
So, in short, I'm not pregnant.  But I am proud to announce the arrival of a beautiful redheaded 3 year old who will actually try a new food in a restaurant.  I believe congratulations are in order...

CL