Growing up, finishing your plate-- and glass--was not an accomplishment. It was a requirement. I have memories (like many of you, I'm sure) sitting at the table for Sunday morning breakfast trying to swallow my fried egg without tasting it. Same with my milk. I didn't argue because I knew better.
I grew up and grew out of that. I was never a picky eater, but it wasn't until I went to college that my tastes expanded. I had a (wonderful) roommate from south with eclectic taste in food-- as least compared to my Midwest beef-and-potatoes upbringing. And boy, did we EAT.
One thing I want for my son-- one goal I will try so hard to accomplish-- is that he will NOT be a picky eater and that he'll enjoy all kinds of foods. It's so easy to get caught up in the chicken nugget, macaroni and cheese, cheese pizza cycle. But it's not fair to the kids.
It's my job to expose him to everything. It's my job not to preface a rare vegetable with, "I don't think you're going to like this, but..." It's my job to make him a good eater. Luckily, I'm surrounded by wonderful moms I've met here that have given me amazing ideas.
Here are a few of the things on his menu the last two days:
1. Tuna noodle casserole (much to his father's dismay)
2. Blueberry, whole wheat pancakes
3. About 2,000 bananas
4. Sweet potatoes cooked and diced with a hint of agave
5. Yogurt and CHEESE
6. Kale smoothies with (you guessed it) banana and peanut butter and flax -- this was orginally mine, but he got wayyy too excited and ended up drinking half of it. TWICE
Okay... and he's had about five slices of pumpkin chocolate chip bread. Hey, I didn't say I was perfect.