Today was another one of those sad-ish days where feeding B was almost impossible.
Breakfast: prune and cereal. Had two mouthfuls. Prune cereal on individual cornflake pieces. Not happening either. Had his milk feed and slept for 20mins?!
Lunch: potato with carrot and apple. Hated it. Didn't have his milk feed either. Because we went for his swim class. Didnt want bread after his class. Thot he would be hungry but he preferred to store it in his cheeks like a hamster.
At this point, he is superboy who lives on laughs, love and fresh air.
Finally ate some dinner at 4.45pm. Had brown rice porridge with salmon. Also ate some banana with peach while the rest of us ate dinner at normal dinner time.
Had his milk before going to bed for the night. Finally.
I want to have a kid who loves his/her food heartily. For once.
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Hallo darlings!
I'm supposed to be heading to the sewing room to finish a couple of projects, now but wanted to remember to come here and say hi first. Oh Van, I've had those Weird Eating days. In fact, I'm still having them, with grown-ish children! They do these weird food phases in which Jenna refuses to eat anything with meat, and her only source of protein is cheese. Or Kate will only eat rice crackers for breakfast. And there was a phase recently in which Jenna didn't want to eat much food at all. Or something. Our only hope is that this will change quite quickly, to another equally bizarre phase of dietary discrimination. We can only pray that, over the course of, say, a YEAR, they will have gotten a collective smorgasbord of nutrients from their disparate phases combined. Children!!!!!!!! Don't they know their parents have better things to do than provide them buffets at each meal!?!?!?!
Anyway - Big Hug - hang in there. What Ben ate sounds quite nutritious, actually. Better than candy, anyway. See-my standards are so low; the children, with all their weird food phases, have trained me well.
Off I go now. E and J hijacked my sewing machine this afternoon (and my time) for THEIR projects, so I need to work overtime to catch up with mine. Grr.
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