Welcome back to Thursday, as Jodi at The Noise of Boys and I have permanently slotted our True Tales from the Pink & Blue Trenches series to every week. We’ll pick a topic each week about trying to figure out just what is the difference in raising boys (hers) and raising girls (mine) and share our thoughts with you.
This week, it’s my turn here at Home on Deranged to talk about the joy that is feeding your children, especially the picky ones, and the scintillating conversation you are reduced to during a meal. Like convincing your toddler that cauliflower tastes just like cake. Mmmm….good. Maybe you can learn from our misadventures! (To see Jodi’s tales of mealtime misery with boys, see last week’s post here.)
My husband and I are slightly picky eaters, which is to say, we’re not very healthy eaters. However, when we knew that babies were on the way, I made him promise that he would eat fruits and vegetables in front of the girls to ensure that they would recognize it’s something that we all do.
Our first born, Annie, loved her bottle. I mean, true love that lasts a lifetime. When it came time to start trying solids at 4 months, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Okay, that was mine, not hers, but she was definitely less than thrilled to see the gloppy, sloppy mess that I was trying to convince her was “num, num, num.”
Plus, Annie had so. much. hair. from the time she exited my womb that we were forced to put a headband on her during mealtimes to keep it from falling into her food. This, as you can imagine, was also less than appealing to her sensibilities. But look at how positively stylish she was! →
These days, she eats solids without a fuss. Oh wait, that’s not what I meant. What I should have said is she eats solids with utensils. Mostly. Actually what I meant is that she has no other option,
so she eats solids. Just make sure her foods don’t touch, unless she gives the okay. (Yes, Daddy, she learned that neat trick from you.)
Her father has learned the fine art of bargaining and leveraging, and she eats most of what is put in front of her these days. In fact, she’s becoming quite adept at it.
Leelou, on the other hand, loves to eat. She wasn’t nearly as interested in her bottle when everyone else she knew was eating something else. She was nipping food out of people’s hands at four months. Because of illness and stomach troubles, we had to wait until 5 months to let her start, and once we did, she was off and running.
You had to keep an eye on her, though. She would eat specks off the floor, eat the crayons, steal her sister’s snacks right out of the bowl, lick your food if she had to in order to get it. We used to joke constantly that she never got fed except once a week.
Leelou’s weakness is the buffet. She will tear through everything: carrots, peas, green beans, corn, mashed potatoes, broccoli, spaghetti noodles, bread, jello, grapes. She will steal the salad off your plate and take all your sunflower seeds before you look around twice.
Her love of food is pure and gleeful. She’s not an emotional eater or a I’m-not-hungry-just-bored eater. She never overeats. But her love of the solid food is downright hilarious. Until she’s done. Because once she’s ready to step away from her plate, she will scream, yell, wiggle, squiggle, until you set her free from the chair that is now on fire. She will then hit the ground and
run pick up specks off the floor to eat.
Her only quirk is that she doesn’t like messy hands. Sometimes. She’ll get them covered in peanut butter and ask you to wipe them off, and then proceed to dive right back into the peanut butter. So when she eats birthday cake, it looks a lot like this:
So what about your house? Smooth sailing or mealtime terror? Tell us all about it in the comments, because we like to know we’re not alone!
And don’t forget to read more of Jodi’s experiences raising toddler boys at The Noise of Boys. You will be entertained and educated!sundae photo credit: sea turtle via photopin cc