I have finally resigned myself to the fact that I have a picky eater on my hands. This month has been full of ups and downs with MacKenna’s eating, but lately, more down than up. (Last night was especially a fun night… *sarcasm*)
At 16 months now, I’m still struggling to get MacKenna to eat anything besides crackers. Her favorites are those cheddar Flip Sides and she’s now starting to point at the pantry and say “cracker” – although it sounds more like “cwa cah”. If we can’t get her to eat anything at dinner, that’s what we give her. I’ve had to stop packing them in her lunch because I know that’s all she’ll eat if she has that option.
How most of our meals have been ending lately.
But, besides crackers, MacKenna has a list of about 5 foods she’ll willingly eat right now: waffles, bananas, yogurt, pizza, and cheese. Although any of these she will decide that she doesn’t want to eat at that moment. Right now, we’re struggling to get her to eat more than just a few bites of her dinner. After that, it’s crackers, and also lately fig newton’s because we have them in the house. I hate giving her basically a dessert for her dinner, but she’s so little as it is (17 pounds – not even in the 1st percentile) that I just want to make sure she is getting something.
Just about the only bite of food she had last night.
After all your wonderful comments last month, I finally gave MacKenna some almond butter. I still haven’t given her peanut butter, but I am thinking I will over my spring break, when I have plenty of days and time to watch her like a hawk! She eats almond butter on her waffles most mornings and I’ve been fixing her some almond butter and banana sandwiches lately, which she will eat most of the time.
I am also happy to announce that I think we are finally officially weaned from the bottle. We started giving her half milk/half water bottles at night, then cut it down to 25% milk/75% water, and she still was wanting and asking for it every night. So, I knew it was no longer about the milk – it was about the bottle.
Tuesday night, I sat down with Kenna and told her how she was a big girl now and that she no longer needed the bottle for bed. She could drink milk out of the sippy cup, but no more bottle. I have no idea if she even understood what I was saying, but we sat on the couch together and cuddled while she drank a few sips out of her sippy cup. We then went and sat in the rocking chair with her gloworm, said our prayers, and I put her to bed. I totally expected to have to go back into her room after 10 minutes because she would be screaming, but she didn’t even cry for a minute. She fussed right when I walked out, but then she must have laid down and went right to sleep! And I actually enjoyed rocking with her more than giving her the bottle since I was enjoying being with her instead of reading or looking at my phone while she drank her bottle. I think that’s a fair trade off!
Now, I’m writing this after just being puked on, smelling like spoiled milk. Hopefully it was just a fluke (we were giving her Tylenol for a fever she was running and we think she might have choked on it) and I won’t have to continue to clean up throw up today. I think that was my initiation into being a “real” parent…
Is your child a picky eater? Do you ever “give in” just to make sure your child eats something?