Dinner time at our house generally makes me want to stab myself in the thigh with a rusty fork. One day, The Quiet Contemplator LOVES fish sticks. The next, she acts like I filleted our cat and served it up to her on a plate made of bat wings when I offer her fish sticks. What gives? Is it just me or is my toddler bi-polar when it comes to eating?
I try to feed The Contemplator a balanced diet of fruit, veggies, grains, dairy and meat--mixed with a healthy dose of cookies and goldfish crackers, of course. The thing that kills me is I have no idea when sitting down to dinner if the plate I have prepared for her will result in her asking for seconds and thirds or her crying, "I don't like this! This is yucky!". It is like setting myself up every night for a terrifying game of culinary roulette and it drives me insane in the membrane.
I have tried all the tactics, hell I even tried to help one of you with your own cuisine crimes. It doesn't help. She is a toddler and most toddlers have an undiagnosed eating disorder called toddlerexialemia. One day they won't touch food, the next day they binge like they haven't seen food for a year.
I am going to start a support group for the parents of toddlers where we all get together and gorge on cupcakes while complaining about how our toddlers eat. Food allergy mammas are welcome, too. I am going to call it Asshole Eaters Anonymous. Feel free to join. We meet every third Thursday at the American Legion. Bring wine.