Being one of the pickiest eaters I know growing up, I feel I don’t have much room to complain when it comes to my children being picky eaters. I certainly put my parents through the wringer. But I feel like I came out ok. While I’m not a super adventurous eater these days, I’ve expanded my horizons quite a bit in the last decade.
Elias’ picky eating takes the cake though. I had nothing on him even in my pickiest days. I’ve considered taking him to a specialist. The poor kid really has issues with food. Today, for example, he gagged and nearly barfed while trying to eat a quesadilla. And this was something he was willingly eating!
Simon has been a breeze comparatively. It’s fun, too, because he actually eats cookies and brownies and other such treats. I don’t give the boys treats very often, but it is fun to do so every once in a while. The only treat I can give Elias is M&M’s or plain old milk chocolate. Simon eats a lot of foods (not just sweets). It’s amazing how different two kids can be even when they are brothers.
This evening I was reminded that even Simon has picky times. He’s just a kid after all (and a toddler at that!) Here was our conversation shortly before dinner:
Me: Simon, do you want Italian Beef Stew or a quessadilla for dinner?
Simon: Pee-pah pee Mommy (Pizza please Mommy)
Me: I don’t have any pizza. You can choose Italian Beef Stew or a quessadilla.
Simon: Pee, Pee, Pee-pah (Please, please, pizza)
Me: No pizza. Pizza another night. I’ll give you Italian beef stew and cornbread!
Simon: Pee-pah pee Mommy pee-pah (Pizza please Mommy pizza)
I guess I can’t blame him. Who doesn’t like pizza? He wouldn’t eat any of my Italian beef stew, but he did eat a lot of cornbread.