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Saturday 13 August 2016

The Feeding Games

Fussy eaters
It's a hard enough job being a mum, but when you can't even find a chippy that does decent gravy, you know you're in trouble.
Not only that, but the job of Mum also requires that you put yourself last. Always. I'm not blaming anybody. I knew this was what I was signing up for, following that third glass of red wine back in January '13.
And it's not just the kids I have to take into account. I have a husband whose 'dislike' list includes, but is not limited to: lamb, baked beans, meat on the bone, round roast potatoes and fish (except for battered cod, fishcakes, fish fingers, lime and chilli cod goujons and the occasional salmon en croute).
Little O has only recently shown fussy tendencies. Time was when he would scoff anything and everything on his plate. He's fine with Marmite, and even haddock, and when I took him for his peanut challenge at the hospital after being diagnosed with a sensitivity, he ate peanut butter right off the spoon. The allergy doctor said she'd never seen a child do that before. Ever.
Now though, things are not such a cinch. Turns out he's very partial to a bagel at lunchtime (ooh la la, eh? I'd never even heard of bagels before I moved 'daan saaff'). Don't get me wrong, I'm fine with the bagel-eating, but it does come with stipulations. Half of the bagel must be consumed untoasted - if it reaches his mouth at all. Yesterday it was torn into three pieces, tossed into the washing basket and 'driven' around the kitchen while Mummy was preparing the other half. Said other half must be toasted, halved again and buttered, with one piece smothered with cheese spread and the other with jam.
And don't even get me started on pudding.
"What do you want for pudding, O? Yoghurt? Fruit? Jelly?" I ask. 
"Chocolate cake," he says. 
"Mummy doesn't have chocolate cake, how about some raspberries?"
"CHOCOLATE CAAAKE!"
Why, for Heaven's sake, couldn't Daddy Pig have had a penchant for satsumas? Or even a cheeky cereal bar?
To top it off, I started weaning Baby R recently too. How can a six month old cause that much trouble, you ask? Well, it's scary enough when a toddler has an allergic reaction, but do I want to go through that with a baby again? Not on your nelly.
I only discovered Little O had an egg allergy through trying him on scrambled egg as a baby, and I'm not about to make the same mistake twice. Consequently, a large bottle of Piriton now takes pride of place behind the kettle, just in case something untoward happens during the weaning process.
So Peeps, if I indulge myself in flashing forward a few months, what could I be faced with? Three different dinners for my three special men?
Pass me the wine, will you?

This post first appeared on www.meetothermums.com

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3 comments:

  1. I must admit I am super fortunate that my eldest 3 are not fussy and will even eat boiled Broccoli (we call it Tarzan Trees).. HOWEVER! My 2 YO just refuses to eat. She has her bottle tucked under her arm on a permanent basis, but getting her to eat is so frustrating! So its toast with butter for breakie,lunch and dinner! Good luck! #globalblogging

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  2. I've just given up now that mine are older. They are all tweens and teens so if they don't like what I've made I just point them in the direction of the kitchen and say "feel free to make something else love." It works every time! #EatSleepBlogRT

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  3. I am pretty fortunate with both of mine no allergies and they eat pretty much everything - but I feel for you with potentially three fussy eater. Def more win needed! #Eatsleepblogrt

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