I don’t know if it’s an Aria phase or a burnout after months of solo parenting. But she’s just being a picky eater lately. She’ll eat her berries and sweet potato mash and beet applesauce. She’ll eat yogurt and drink her milk. She craves aged sharp cheddar cheese. She’ll eat almond butter right out of the jar with a spoon. And she likes tofu. She really likes tofu.
Sometimes she’ll eat her mini quiches. Sometimes she’ll eat her chicken and veggies. And yesterday I got her to eat quinoa brown rice by making it buffalo style with butter and hot sauce.
But that’s kind of it. Over and over again. When she gets bored with it, more cheese and yogurt takes hold.
Sometimes I think I’m just kidding myself that I’m doing right by her diet.
Only want bread?
Sure. But it’s going to be whole grain and fresh. No preservatives.
Won’t eat breakfast today?
Fine. Have gmo free blue chips rich in magnesium, iron, and other minerals. Here’s some salsa. Dip it and I’ll pretend you ate your vegetables for the day.
Only want yogurt? Don’t want your chicken and broccoli?
Fine. Have plain organic yogurt blended with mangos and kale.
The best, or at least most diverse, meals I get are from grocery store buffets.
Sigh. And if I want to rest, I’m more inclined to hand her the bread and cheese, let her fill up and go down filled and happy.
But grandma is coming! And DH isn’t too far behind.
Cause right now, after planning or providing 5 meals/snacks a day for almost six months, my creativity and willpower in meal making a food exposure is a bit tapped out… 750. That’s a lot of figuring out what to feed someone.
Heavens. How many meals moms and pops must go through! I’m only getting started!!