So, I started giving some pizza to Frank a couple of weeks ago. I chose pizza because it's salty, and the kid LOVES salty things. I gave him a tiny piece at first, and told him to touch it. He did, so next we moved onto him holding it up to his lips- success! Over a period of mere days we progressed from that to him actually eating a few bites.
On Sunday evening, he asked for pizza for dinner. Darrel and I looked at each other, and Darrel said, "I guess tonight's pizza night!" He ran out and got a pizza, and for the first time, the three of us ate pizza together, like a family.
This opens up eating options so much more for us, both here and when we go to Disney World. Darrel and I love pizza, and usually have it every Friday night. It's part of our routine. Now Frank can be part of that routine, and I am so happy, both for him and for us.