Please, oh please, no advice.
This week over at Momversation, Rebecca brought up the topic of picky eaters, and I laughed; oh, how I laughed. If you’ve been following this blog for any length of time, you may remember my periodic rants about Henry's eccentric eating habits. I wish I could report that my son's diet has evolved even a little since that time, but alas, I cannot. We are dealing with it, in our usual clumsy manner, with the help of a nutritionist. It is not easy. Our son is more than a little strong-willed. It is a characteristic I'm sure I will someday come to admire.
As you may have noticed from the title, up there, I am not seeking advice, thank you anyway. But feel free to share your own picky-eater stories.











June 26, 2009
Reader Comments (127)
Three years later, I've got one kid who lives on popcorn and tortilla chips, and another who, upon hearing that a vendor at our neighborhood farmer's market now offers goat meat for sale, asked me to buy some because he'd really like to try that.
Yeah. I have no advice for anyone. I can't even figure out my OWN kids.
Thanks for presenting your point of view in a nonjudgemental manner. (Thanks for doing that regardless of topic.)
It just is what it is.
I am thrilled for anyone who has a great eater or for anyone whose tricks have worked. But I agree, it's extremely frustrating!
He will eat veggies if they're mixed in like in a pot pie or casserole, but this man has never been near a salad, and he still pushes most of them to the side of his plate. He's trying to do better for my sake, but it's a battle. I can't imagine what all of you have to go through, trying to do this with a child (or children). I applaud you.
My second is the complete opposite - she will eat almost anything handed to her. This is helping the first to eat a few more things because he is more or less jealous of her. It has made life easier with her being such a good eater but we still have daily battles with #1.
No advice, because none needed. Like a lot of child related issues, it only a problem if you DON'T care, and you clearly do. He'll most likely grow up to have a great palette for foods you refused (rightly) to force on him.
The only positive thing I can say is that over the last year or so, he is more willing to actually try new foods. I think it's at least in part because we've really tried to make it pressure-free for him (like, just one bite, if you hate it you can spit it out in your napkin, we won't make you eat more even if you do like it, etc). And, for some reason, he's much more willing to try it if we look away when he takes the first bite.And if I have a glass of wine with dinner, I care a a whole lot less that my son is a stubbornly picky little stinker.
I did turn out OK and I don't think I've suffered or been a weirdo adult because of it. My friends and family may say differently....
I will eat anything under the sun only drawing the line at red meat, only because I don't care for it and seem to have trouble digesting it. I don't eat dairy either because while I love it, it doesn't love me back. Throw any vegetable at me and I'll be happy. My favorite veggie as a kid was brussel sprouts. My junk food junkie parents didn't know where this preference came from. I hated sugary cereals but my friends were always in awe and jealous we could eat all the junk food we wanted. Count Chockula and Coke for breakfast - sure! I instead used to beg for oatmeal and fruit.
On the opposite end of the spectrum is my husband who's major food groups seem to be pizza (but only peperoni), chicken fingers, cookies, chips and soda. I have to sneak vegetables into the meals. He claims they have no taste or taste 'off'. While he's expanded his taste buds since we're together and is open to trying new things he still wouldn't eat a vegetable on his own.
His theory is you eat what you need, that your body tells you through your taste buds. It's an interesting theory.
We grind up a multivitamin in his morning applesauce every day, and hope it covers some of the gaps. He didn't eat solid food until he was about 15 months old, and nursed until he was 3 to get some nutrition. He probably would have nursed longer, but I was pregnant and extremely ill.Sensory Processing Disorder combined with Autism and Apraxia is a joy in terms of eating, and I was totally one of those people who swore I would have a kid who ate everything. Life teaches you things.
I will save my advice for a long, rambling, advice-laden e-mail.
Munificently,Joe
So ass-vice? Is gonna come from somewhere else, sweetie.
Heh - they're happy and healthy. What's to complain about?
chicken nuggetsfrench friessoda (real and diet)hot dogs--but not nitrite free ones, and only almost-raw, and plainonion ringsCheese-itssqueeze cheesepancakeswafflessyrupscrambled eggs, but only hard-scrambled and with lots of peppercookiescakeand sometimes mini corn dogs
I'm serious. He has a "feeding disorder" in which his gag reflex is almost at the tip of his tongue, has been diagnosed with ADHD, depression, anxiety and now, Aspberger's (mild autism). He's smaller than my 8-year-old daughter (who is in the 98th percentile for height and weight, but nonetheless ...)--he doesn't even weigh 60 lbs. He takes Ritalin, an anti-psychotic, a mood stabilizer, an asthma pill and a sleeping pill.
He used to go to feeding therapy for 2 30-minute sessions a week, but he refused to do the "homework" and try new things. And his mother, who he lives with, never pushed him. His dad (my fiance) doesn't push either because he wants R to "feel comfortable" in our house. R has literally thrown up on his dinner plate if we try to force him to eat something he doesn't like.
This is a kid who would starve himself to death. One weekend, when I was being particularly aggressive about making him try new things (as in have one tiny bite of broccoli, or fruit) he stopped eating and drinking for four days. He is pale, thin, has dark circles under his eyes and bruises easily. To me, he is clearly malnourished, and likely toxic because all of the non-food he eats. However, it's been made clear to me that this is none of my business.
As you can imagine, the situation puts quite a strain on my relationship, and to be honest, is one of the only things that makes me think twice about marrying Steve.
Sad, huh.