I was never blessed with sleepers, but I've certainly been blessed with eaters. From the first bit of mush that crossed their lips, my kids have enjoyed their food. I've always felt relieved that we've never had to really battle at the dinner table. Sure they have their likes and dislikes, but over all I can usually get something healthy in their bellies and that, as a mum, makes you feel good. Not that it has the slightest to do with anything that I've done.
Little D started solids last week and with the exception of one potato fiasco has taken to it with gusto. He smiles and laughs after every mouthful like he's discovered the best secret ever. We sing "Pumpkin Boy" to him as he eats (to the tune of Macho Man) and he's in heaven.
Although since the start of school, our fairly stress-free meal times have become battlegrounds. Each and every time I put a plate of food in front of the girls, I hear: "That looks yuck! I'm not eating that". Lil-lil has taken to memorising our meal plan so she can count down the days until we have pasta, the only thing they will happily eat at the moment. We're going into week 6 of this food fight and it's driving me demented.
I try and coerce them to eat but if they don't, I take it away. By morning they wake early starving. I've now told them there will be zero treats (which are usually restricted to the weekend) until they start eating decent healthy food.
I'm sure it's just a phase (at least I hope it is) but it's sending me round the bend.
Have you ever had good eaters go bad?