Monday, June 23, 2008

Whose Idea Was This Anyway?

Despite the fact that we introduce a huge variety of foods to our children very early on, they have each gone through an I'm-A-Picky-Eater phase. Finally, at 6 1/2, Scallywag seems to be making his way out of this mentality. Unfortunately, the Patchy Pirate, no doubt taking his cues from his older brother, began getting really picky around the time he turned three. The worst part, however, is that my BABY is really choosy about what he'll eat--often times throwing something on the ground he doesn't like the look of before even attempting it! He is an angel-child in almost every aspect, but he whines and points all through dinner, begging for THE THING he will eat from each meal.

Thank goodness for gummi-vitamins.

So yesterday, Scallywag gets the brilliant idea to eat outside. The weather was lovely, and though I made spaghetti, inside, on the stove, the boys kept calling it a barbecue. Fair enough--I thought maybe the gimmicky-ness would get them to eat.

Ha! Nice try.

The salad course went okay. The baby ate olives, the big boys mostly ate dressing and croutons, but a few stray homegrown, organic baby lettuce leaves made their way into mouths. Then to the main course.

I have noticed the boys do better with a meaty marinara sauce when I do penne or bowtie pasta, but some months ago in the name of Food Storage I bought approximately 8 tons of whole wheat spaghetti at Costco. In fact, it is the only item I would say that I have a year's supply of. So I cut it into smallish bites for the children. The baby took one look at it and proceded to whine for the next 20 minutes. Patchy took one bite and told me he'd eaten enough to get more olives and bread, ultimately refusing to eat when he learned it was not a dessert night. Scallywag needed me to reheat it three times, complaining that eating outside was cooling off his dinner too fast.

The meal ended with Tootypants throwing spaghetti all over the deck and the big boys in a wrestling soccer match (that is not a typo; this is the latest sports craze at our house). Plantboy looked discouraged--he is the Sunday chef. I said, "This is your fault. I wanted a daughter."

He raised his eyebrows and hardly missing a beat he said, "Don't look at me; I wanted a truck." I laughed until my sides hurt.

I am sure that one day I will look back and think about how much I miss their funny expressions and wild abandon and sweet baby moments. I know it. My six year old is missing three teeth right now and as they come back in this summer and he goes to all day school for the first time I will probably cry my eyes out for the early childhood we'll never have back. My three year old was quite sick a few weeks ago and lost some weight--his face has thinned slightly and he is looking more like a boy all the time, especially when he opens his mouth and talks like a five year old. And the baby! He is trying to stand on his own this week and I whisper in his tender little ears all the time, Slow down! Slow down! I am not unaware of how brief the time is to have them in their innocence.

But something tells me I'm never going to miss the dinnertime battles.
I'm never going to miss sleepless nights with a sick child.
I will not be one bit sorry when nobody asks me to turn on Diego.
I can't see myself regretting the WalMart tantrum.
And I will grin like a monkey the day I change the last poopy diaper.

10 comments:

Janssen said...

I love the truck comment. Very amusing.

FoxyJ said...

I swear we have the exact same conversation some days! My daughter was not a picky eater until she hit four or so, and it drives us nuts. Plus the two-year-old is starting to copy her (he calls everything "spicy" now, since it's her favorite word). Aargh! I'm not going to miss having to wake up in the morning to change diapers or fix breakfast.

denedu said...

I have to agree with your list at the bottom. We definitely have picky eaters. We are also dealing with a teether at the moment. The day that he has all his teeth in and is out of diapers...I'm sure the whole neighborhood will hear me shouting for joy. hahahaha :)

Slim said...
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Slim said...

You are hilarious! I love that Plantboy wanted a truck! Funny post. Thanks for the giggle today.

Slim said...

You are hilarious! I love that Plantboy wanted a truck! Funny post. Thanks for the giggle today.

Z. Marie said...

Laura is beyond picky when it comes to eating. I guess it's my fault for working nights all of those years -- or Kevin's for what he fed her during that time.
I do miss her being little -- she's almost too big for me to pick up and carry now -- but it's convenient sometimes to have them perfectly capable of functioning as big kids. Like when we go to Disney World in September for the third time in three years. (Yes, I really am crazy.)

Sunnie said...

parenting small children is an interesting thing. you really want to savor each moment until your three year old pushes the baby over. again. for about the 20th time that day. it's got it's goods and it's bads. we love it and struggle through it all at the same time. it's great and hard, fun and crazy. i liked the truck comment. that was funny.

Rainie said...

I can see no end in sight to the picky eater syndrome for any of my three. It really depresses me whenever I think about it. I'm sorry to hear your struggling with the same, if you find a gimmick that works let me know.

Kimberly Bluestocking said...

My toddler devours some things I fix for dinner, and others she rejects without even trying them. I'm bracing myself for the day she decides she will only eat scrambled eggs . . . for two months straight.