“Wow mom, you finally made a dinner I really like.” She said that me. She actually said that to me. By the way, I’ve made the same dinner before.
I’ve read tons of articles on how to handle picky eaters. They give advice like introduce new foods with other foods, and the try one bite rule, and say these magic words, and whatever you do don’t use the one bite rule, and let them have dessert no matter what. I’m sure we haven’t tried everything, but we have tried a lot.
I am not sure I have come to any actual conclusions yet, but I think that it’s a phase, if you will. Or part of growing up. She goes back and forth with things she likes and doesn’t like. She used to like broccoli, now she won’t touch it (which I blame on Inside Out *shakes fist in anger at Disgust*). She used to like hamburgers, then she didn’t, now she does. It goes on and on. I think she will just start to like more and more foods as she gets older. But right now it’s hard. I don’t want to make multiple things for dinner. Most of the time I try to make multiple variations of things with the same ingredients. Even that gets exhausting.
Her sister has already started the same things. Hers has become day to day. We made broccoli and she seemed to love it, a couple days later she wouldn’t touch it.
Hubby and I used to have kind of a rotating list of meals we would make. Now, I don’t think our kids will eat any of them.
Kids really do change everything. People think you start to eat more unhealthily once you get married. You add on that marriage weight like it’s the freshmen 15. I disagree. When your kids will only eat chicken nuggets, that’s when you are gaining weight. When you are eating a whole tub of ice cream after dinner because getting your kids to eat was such an ordeal (OK, OK, I haven’t gone that far. …yet). That’s when you are gaining weight. It’s kid weight.