The Hungry Blind Leading The Hungry Blind.

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.

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4 Responses to The Hungry Blind Leading The Hungry Blind.

  1. waymel says:

    I have slowly changed my eating habits since having kids (actually, since being pregnant the first time, when I realized the occasional vegetable might be nice for my growing baby!) so I know exactly what you mean. And I say – because it worked for me – go slowly. Do what you can to give him healthy food, but don’t stress over hours of cooking. You’re right, he is learning. As he gets older and less clingy, you will have more time to do more complicated meals. Plus, by then he’ll be old enough for you to enforce that Girl Scout helping rule. Or Boy Scout. Yay for you for trying!!

  2. Jen says:

    Well, you know I only just started trying to “cook” about two months ago. And Thomas is finally getting used to it, although we still fight every time I try to feed him something other than goldfish, cheez-its, or chicken nuggets.
    When he was about a year old, I was still living on cookies and cereal bars, and I would buy him the pre-packaged toddler meals. Expensive, and mostly unsuccessful. So yeah, I agree with Mel. Put him on the kitchen floor, let him bang around pots and pans and tupperware, and make something you can throw in the oven or the crockpot and forget about for awhile. Good luck. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Pam Spencer says:

    You may have to break out the pack ‘n play and use it as a playpen while you’re in chef mode. He may not like it but he can just lump it! Once you get the hang of cooking stuff that you are familiar with it will go much faster. Meanwhile, I take full responsibility for you picky eating habits….I should never have given you an egg for breakfast every day for the full 2nd year of your life. Or maybe I can blame Dr. Spock?

  4. Karen C says:

    LOL, I so get this. My daughter (now 8) is VERY picky, she lives on chicken nuggets, pasta, crackers and the occasional cucumber and banana. :/

    Jake on the other hand will eat everything!!! Including dog food, so there is hope for you yet in baby # 2! :))) (no rush)

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