Feeding a toddler, an oxymoron.

When we brought Linlee home from China, she would happily eat anything. She particularly seemed to love Italian food. She remained a pretty good eater all the way until the last few months. Suddenly the list of "Linlee approved foods" is becoming very small. And I'm not happy about that. We all have preferences, but her new unwillingness to try something that I
know she would like is frustrating. Tonight, for instance, I made spaghetti. Come on, good, old fashioned spaghetti with meat sauce; a kid's dream. Linlee pushed her little bowl away with such disdain that I actually felt offended. In the past, I've popped rejected food (based on appearance only) into Linlee's mouth when she wasn't quite expecting it and it has worked well. Linlee can actually be very reasonable upon finding something tasty in her mouth and she will continue to eat the rest of it from her plate. Tonight as I tried the same tactic, I was met with lips tightly sealed shut. And there I was getting meat sauce all over her face as I was trying to wedge some of it into her mouth (which was not going to open even if it would save her life) and I wondered if perhaps I was crossing a line... So I gave up the battle and sat down to eat my meal. It was her choice to eat or not, but I certainly wasn't going to prepare a second meal for Linlee. She chose not. Two seconds after letting her get down from the table, she brought a book over to me and tried to climb in my lap while I was still trying to finish my meal. Not only was she not going to eat, but she wasn't going to let me eat either. UGH. I gently told her that I was not going to read to her right then because I was finishing my dinner. She sat down on the floor and began to cry. Great. Now I felt guilty for wanting to eat my own dinner! I don't even know how people with more than one kid manage. I really don't. I think they all must be very skinny.
Posted by Colleen
at 8:27 PM PDT
Updated: Tuesday, 2 October 2007 9:06 PM PDT