:Mouthy Monday: Eat It or Starve

Both of my children have been playing the “picky eater” game lately.

They both used to be great eaters (if you’ve seen any pictures of Goose Face, you know for sure that she is not lacking for food!). However, both girls are now starting to be extra picky about what they want to eat.

I’m pretty sure that Goose Face (the 2 1/2 year old) is following Crazy Monkey’s (the 15 month old) lead. Whenever Monkey puts something in her mouth, if it is not what she wants she will immediately spit it out and throw a tantrum (she’s an expert – for real). This then makes Goose spit hers out, even though she’s been shoveling it in her mouth for the last 2 minutes, acting as though it’s the best thing she’s ever eaten.

Here’s the even bigger dilemma: I’m pretty sure that Monkey is a food snob. No joke. The child loves to eat Beet Salad, for crying out loud. (What??!!)

Don’t get me wrong – I love this. I’m somewhat of a food snob myself (although I don’t generally pass up anything if it’s put in front of me). I love “gourmet” food. I prefer to buy all of my fruit at Whole Foods. I wish I could afford to shop at Trader Joe’s more often than I do. I love the Sonoma-style of cooking, just because it’s like a party in your mouth with the seasonings.

However…I don’t have the time or energy to cook like this all the time. So, we eat a lot of tacos, pasta, crockpot meals, and pizza. And, yes, I feed my child Gerber meals on several occasions just because that’s all I have time to make.

I’m not saying it’s right. I’m just saying that’s how it is.

So, as a note to my children:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a nutshell: you’re going to eat that damn Gerber meal, and you’re going to like it!

Happy Monday!

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Comments

  1. janelle row says:

    You are soooo funny. Love the way you communicate the everyday situation and make me laugh out loud. This reminds me of when my mom forced me to drink my milk at every meal by a asking me if I was going to drink the milk or wear it since I couldn’t leave the table till the milk glass was empty. After sitting there an additional 20-30 minutes I always drank the by now warm milk. Remember we had no a/c back then.

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