Sunday, August 01, 2010
There's something I've always been horrible and lazy at. Something that I'm always very conscious of, embarrassed about, and constantly trying to improve. That one thing is getting my picky eaters to eat normal food.
They hardly eat any vegetables, don't like to experiment with any new food, don't eat hardly any kind of meat... I'll spare the details.
Let's just say, it's getting ridiculous. So we started making them eat every single thing I cook. I have the meals planned out so they know what to expect. I kindly help them along, encouraging, coaxing.
Usually the "kindness" plan doesn't work well. Eventually we leave the table and let the girls stay until they've eaten some dinner. And we don't give them anything else to eat. That's the kicker. That's what I've always been bad at, what I've always given in to. But not anymore.
Let me stop explaining and show the girls' depiction of what goes on.
First Grace's drawing, then Ruby's.
(Those are forks in their hands and Ruby says on the forks is "meat, ech")
We had a particularly hard time today with a pork roast, carrots and potatoes. Let's just say there were tears. And the girls drew these unprovoked. Jake and I laughed so very hard.
From what the picture depicts, Jake points, standing up, yelling super loud. Oh, if only they knew how easy they had it.
And I haven't even busted out cauliflower, brussel sprouts or salmon...
Such little trouble makers.