Before I get into the topic of my eating habits and how I’m trying to change everything about them, let me just tell you a couple things.
1. My mother made homemade meals practically every night. We ate as a family at the dinner table. They were well-balanced meals. I didn’t have soda at dinnertime. I had to ask to be excused before leaving the table, thereby passing the test of having eaten enough. If I didn’t like the look of something, I was required to try a “Girl Scout helping” of it before dismissing it entirely.
2. Since leaving my mother’s homemade masterpieces, this is what I’ve become: I am a horrible eater. I am picky. I don’t eat a lot. What I do eat is junk. I managed to live on crackers, cheese and cocktails for the 10 years that made up my 20s. And chocolate. (Of course.)
So what I’m saying is — I totally brushed off every, single eating habit my parents ever taught me. It’s the most rebellious thing I’ve ever done to my parents.
(Probably. Is that lame? It is? Sorry!)
I know I’ve mentioned trying to work on making real dinners before, but now it’s getting serious. Tom is moving away from baby food and is full-on ready to eat like a real person.
And he should be eating well-balanced meals. Every meal.
And I feel like I am probably the worst person to be teaching Tom to eat healthy, well-balanced meals. It is the blind leading the blind.
But I am trying.
And OH MY GOD I feel like planning, making, feeding Tom is taking up the majority of my day.
Is it like this for everyone? Or just me because I have no idea what I’m doing?
I want him to eat green beans, and chicken, and grapes, and maybe the occasional piece of turkey.
I made all of that this week. Planned it, bought it, made it, served it and…
It would touch his little baby lips and he would make a little baby grimace and he would throw it on the floor by the little baby fistfuls.
So then I would feed him some veggie/fruit baby food. And pieces of hot dog. And a yogurt.
And I’m just thinking — he takes after me. He is a snacker. Not an eater. A snacker.
Okay, I really don’t think we’re doomed. (Yet.) I’m hoping it’s just that he’s a baby and learning to eat and like real foods take time. I’m sure that’s it.
But, I thought of another reason for possible doom-dom.
I totally can’t make anything with Tom around. Everything I need to make needs to be made during his naptime and it needs to save for oh…4 hours or so until Kev gets home.
I can’t cook anything if Tom is awake. I’ve tried. And I really can’t.
Tom is a clinger, especially in the evenings. And he’s a curious little boy. He curiously clings to me from about 4 until 7, so if I was at a hot stove cooking, Tom would be there too.
So…not only can I not figure out what well-balanced meal to make that Tom will eat, but I can’t even figure out when I would make it.
Know any personal chefs who would work for free?
Well, for a nicely presented crackers and cheese tray and a fabulous cocktail?
If so, I need you to send me their number.
And home address in case I need to stalk.