When Kellan was starting his transition from solely boob juice to people food, I had all of these really hairbrained ideas like purée-ing up a variety of veggies and making all sorts of fun meals and doing all kinds of fun stuff with food!
First purée Kellan tried?
Second, third, and all of them went that way. He looked at me like, “If this is what people food is, I don’t want anything to do with it.”
(Really what I wanted to say was what his actual look said, but we are trying to be PG here)
I learned pretty quickly that there was this thing called baby led weaning and it basically went like this: put a food on the tray and see what happens.
The only acceptable foods were blueberries that I had to cut into quarters, a very specific brand of wheat toast with butter and cinnamon, yogurt with no fruit pieces, Cheerios (not the organic kind. General Mills, yellow box only), and probably one or two other things I am forgetting.
And during all of this I was thinking we were making progress and having some success and this is just how it works with toddlers. They’re picky.
Then we went on play dates and lunch dates with friends the same age and OMG YOUR KID JUST ATE THAT??? HOW DID YOU DO THAT???
You don’t have to pack a special separate lunchbox of food?
You didn’t have to cut your apples a certain way???
They eat sandwiches????
You can order right off the menu?????
It was like seeing an impossible magic trick.
Not even kidding.
It took me ohhhhhhhhh probably until Mimi cut up Kellan’s toast “wrong,” to the point he wouldn’t eat it, even though it was made exactly the same way, for me to admit we had a picky eater.
Like level twenty when there are only five levels picky eater.
And nothing has changed except his repertoire of food. It has grown evvvvvvver so slightly.
It’s not like we don’t have him try new foods…over and over and over again. He still will not get on board with asparagus or grilled chicken or potatoes (unless they’re French and fried), or a large swath of other foods.
And we are brand specific, people. He knows the difference. He can smell if I used something other than what I usually do.
This morning he told me his pancakes tasted different. Like “smoked pancakes” he said. And sure enough, because the temporary apartment we are living in doesn’t have a microwave (I know), I had to heat them up in a pan (barbaric), and one of them got a little too hot and burned ever so slightly with a little bit of smoke involved….and his astute senses sniffed it out.
The other day I tried using a new kind of bread and it had small seeds – completely undetectable if you’re having a sandwich type seeds – and he took one bite and was all, “Does this have….seeds in it?”
I don’t like it.
Well okay then.
The only vegetables I can get him to eat are baby carrots and snap peas. Both have to be raw. The only acceptable meat is crock pot BBQ chicken and “sloppy beef” (sloppy Joe’s). Sometimes deli ham but only a specific kind from Whole Foods and it has to be sliced to a certain thickness. Oh! I can put spinach in smoothies and he’ll drink those. Or if we make juice with beets and carrots and spinach and apples and cucumbers he will drink it. But he will legit gag eating a spinach leaf. Or a cucumber.
He’s tried broccoli, asparagus, squash, tomatoes (reallllly doesn’t like those unless it is marinara), zucchini, salad style lettuces….salmon, shrimp, steak…..and he will protest and make the most detestable faces every single time they are presented to him.
We are pretty diverse with fruit…well really okay, let’s be real. Apples (no red or golden delicious or Granny Smith), watermelon, pomegranates, Asian and Bosc pears, peaches and nectarines, sometimes bananas and blueberries and grapes. That’s our diversity. We don’t eat bananas unless they are at that perfectly ripe phase. No soft blueberries or grapes and no grapes that “taste funny.”
I’d say he likes carbs but again….only certain kinds. We are specific with our mac and cheese brands, style of pasta for “pasta and Parmesan,” and he will sometimes have toast and a PBJ or grilled cheese.
He also only really likes a very specific kind of cheddar cheese. He says others are too salty.
Only some kinds of pizza places are okay. There was one restaurant in Arkansas where Tim loved to get the pepperoni pizza but Kellan would leave the table or ask him not to order it because he couldn’t deal with the smell.
So, if the point isn’t clear yet, Kellan is really particular about food. And we have just kind of accepted this as his normal. We always make sure we have a snack packed for him because eating at a restaurant is really a lost cause because he just eats his apples and milk and cheese we packed.
I want you to know and understand that that was the level where my bar was set regarding adventurous eating when Hunter came along.
Kellan knows what he likes and doesn’t and as long as I don’t forget the lunchbox, everybody will be fine.
And so now, as we begin embarking on people food with Hunter, it turns out that he plays by a completely different set of rules.
Hunter is not at all interested in wondering what he’s eating.
He just wants to eat it all.
Whatever it is you have, he wants it, even if his body is not physically or developmentally prepared for it.
He will yell at you and get very upset if you don’t share.
Sharing is caring, mom.
He loves eating all food.
He does not discriminate.
Just today he ate everything that Kellan loathes: oatmeal, cooked broccoli and carrots, and bananas waaaaaay past the perfectly ripe stage.
Now I experience the complete opposite ends of the spectrum at every meal and I am still shocked every time like what?!
You want to eat that???
And you want more??
You like it????
You mean we get to order off the menu?????
(While Kellan happily eats his apples and cheese and milk)