Eating; toddler style
I should start investing my money in toothpick manufacturers because at the rate we are going, J and I will need those suckers on a daily basis to keep our eyes open and our bodies functioning (This has nothing to do with anything I am going to write about, I just needed to state for the record that I? AM TIRED. The end.).
Lately I feel like the world's worst mother based on the fact that I rarely have any plan for dinner and wait until about 4:30 to start figuring out what to feed my family. It wouldn't be nearly as bad if J and I weren't eating dinner with Buddance, but because we decided that we should all be eating together as a family (and to help Buddance learn to eat on his own) we sit down around 5ish for our evening meal. Talk about pressure! This is about two hours earlier then J and I are used to eating and I scramble to make sure whatever we are eating is something that Buddance can eat as well. Usually, the Bud will reject whatever we are trying, but lately he is getting a little better about 'taking a bite' of the food in front of him. Last night he decided to show off for Daddy and eat several bites of Momma's sandwich, all the while refusing his own sandwich, which was the exact same as Momma's. Crazy nut.
Now that Buddance is a year old we pretty much have free reign with the foods he can eat. While this sounds like a dream and in actuality should be a dream, it is so much harder on me for some reason. Actually, I know why it's harder on me. In the months prior to open eating season there were clear dietary restrictions to Bud's diet. Now, I have to use my brain when fixing Bud a meal. I can't just pop a few cubes of frozen carrots in the microwave and slop some applesauce in a bowl, shovel it down my son's throat, and call it a day. Nope. Currently, we are at the stage where Bud needs to be feeding himself more and more, only, he has developed the attention span of a gnat, and refuses to stay in his highchair for more than five minutes without threatening to self destruct. Fun times! I am constantly worried that the child is not getting enough to eat, he is already on the low end for weight, and his fading interest in food is scaring his mother just a tad.
I will be very happy when Buddance decides that putting the food on his tray into his mouth, rather than on the floor, is a good idea.
Lately I feel like the world's worst mother based on the fact that I rarely have any plan for dinner and wait until about 4:30 to start figuring out what to feed my family. It wouldn't be nearly as bad if J and I weren't eating dinner with Buddance, but because we decided that we should all be eating together as a family (and to help Buddance learn to eat on his own) we sit down around 5ish for our evening meal. Talk about pressure! This is about two hours earlier then J and I are used to eating and I scramble to make sure whatever we are eating is something that Buddance can eat as well. Usually, the Bud will reject whatever we are trying, but lately he is getting a little better about 'taking a bite' of the food in front of him. Last night he decided to show off for Daddy and eat several bites of Momma's sandwich, all the while refusing his own sandwich, which was the exact same as Momma's. Crazy nut.
Now that Buddance is a year old we pretty much have free reign with the foods he can eat. While this sounds like a dream and in actuality should be a dream, it is so much harder on me for some reason. Actually, I know why it's harder on me. In the months prior to open eating season there were clear dietary restrictions to Bud's diet. Now, I have to use my brain when fixing Bud a meal. I can't just pop a few cubes of frozen carrots in the microwave and slop some applesauce in a bowl, shovel it down my son's throat, and call it a day. Nope. Currently, we are at the stage where Bud needs to be feeding himself more and more, only, he has developed the attention span of a gnat, and refuses to stay in his highchair for more than five minutes without threatening to self destruct. Fun times! I am constantly worried that the child is not getting enough to eat, he is already on the low end for weight, and his fading interest in food is scaring his mother just a tad.
I will be very happy when Buddance decides that putting the food on his tray into his mouth, rather than on the floor, is a good idea.
posted by Al at 1:27 PM
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