Edvard Munch had a Two-Year Old

Oct 20, 2010 by

You know this painting?

I’ve decided he must have had a two-year old son who decided dinner time was Scream Like a Gorram Lunatic Time.

Operation: The Kids Eat What We Eat is going well. And by “well” I mean “someone get me a shot of vodka so I can pour it directly in my eye for the fastest way to Happy Town.”

Actually Charlotte is doing really well. I’ve been extra aware to include her in the meal preparations. Last night was Sweet N Tangy BBQ meatballs, asparagus, and buttercup squash. She helped me put all of the ingredients in the KitchenAid and when the meat was formed, she helped me roll them into balls. She even made “super tiny ones” for her and Sawyer.

She was very proud of her meatballs and asked me to take pictures of her with them:

She helped me break the asparagus (did you know instead of cutting the bottoms off you just bend the stalk and where it breaks is the natural point of freshness?) and pour the beef stock over them in the baking dish. (Pouring a shallow coating homemade beef stock over vegetables and then braising them in the oven is incredibly delicious.)

She helped me scoop out the seeds in the squash.

And when it came time for dinner, I used the tried and true method of making food fun and put frilly toothpicks in each of the kids’ mini meatballs:

I  gave them BBQ and ketchup to dunk them in, figuring they could choose their preference.

Charlotte ate all of her meatball and had seconds. She tried her asparagus, deemed it tasted “like a tree; not that bad” and had a few bites of squash. Did she shove down the vegetables? No. But she ate all the meatballs and all the diced peaches I had given her. And she TRIED everything.

Sawyer? Licked the ketchup and then screamed. Literally screamed. For almost an hour straight. He tried pushing his plate off the table after eating all the peaches (and ketchup). He threw himself on the floor. He got so mad at one point, he bit his own hand. Oh, it was epic, people. He got up and tried to open the fridge himself, yelling like a broken-hearted lover pulling at the door: “CHEEEEEEEEESE! CHEESEEE!!”

But we did not give in. We ate and cleaned up and put them in their pajamas. Eventually he calmed down and they had a late-night snack (as they often do but I always makse sure it’s healthy) of a few slices of cheese. Part of me feels guilty that I denied my child dinner. But the other part knows that this is just a phase that will phase (Right? Please tell me it will pass. Otherwise, I’m gonna lose what thread of sanity I cling to.)

Did giving him the cheese later that night undo the work we did not giving in at dinner? I mean, I don’t even mind putting cheese and fruit on his plate every night as long as he sits down and tries everything. But last night was a scene from Chucky minus the butcher knife and believe you me if there wasn’t a child lock on the knife drawer, I’m not so sure he wouldn’t have had one in hand “CHEEEEEEEEEEEESEEEEEEE!”

So I guess one kid doing well is better than a total mutiny, right? It’ll get better right?

Tonight is build your own pizza night (Mike and I use my homemade grain-free pizza crust), so maybe he’ll love me again. Or at least not try and murder me over cheese.

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  1. Anonymous

    Van Gogh?

  2. AndreAnna

    Damn, I had it right in the title. I don't know why my brain seized while writing the post. Thanks! Fixed!

  3. Lesley

    It's a phase and it'll pass. Eventually. And you will stumble upon a fewthings he likes and won't fight against.

    I don't think giving him cheese later undid anything. The point was no cheese for dinner not no cheese ever.

    Hang in there!

  4. Burgh Baby

    I am now SO freakin' grateful we started with the "You eat what we eat thing" at like 9 months (the demon child rejected any and all forms of jarred baby food). Alexis knows no other way, so she doesn't know to fight me on it.

  5. SciFi Dad

    He WILL survive and figure out within a few days that what he sees is what he gets. You're changing routines; there are bound to be bumps in the road. And even once he's adjusted, he'll still have days where he wants what he wants.

    Case in point: the following conversation actually took place last week between my wife and (two year old) son.

    W: "Are you finished dinner?"

    S: "No. Want fruit bar."

    W: "Sorry, you had one this afternoon. Can I get you a yogurt?" (Note that he had eaten his dinner and there were no leftovers.)

    S: "No! Want! Fruit! Bar!"

    W: "Mommy said no. Do you want some banana?"

    S: "Fruit bar."

    W: "How about… some pear?"

    S: "How about… fruit bar!"

    It went on like that for five solid minutes until he accepted no to the fruit bar and went for something.

  6. Kellie

    No damage is done. My pediatrician told me that a child will not starve to death by skipping a meal here and there. Important thing is you laid down a rule, you stuck to said rule. Had you given in, he learns a fit of epic quality = he gets what he wants.

    We have the "no thank you" bite rule. You WILL try a bite of everything. If you don't like it, you say "no thank you". No one is mad. No one yells. You try it. That's all I can ask.

    Good job sticking to your guns.

  7. tawnya

    We don't give snacks if he doesn't eat dinner, but we've never been one for snacks after dinner, anyway.

    One thing we do do is, when I make out menu, I keep him in mind. So two days of normal, but not really "kid" meals and then day three we'll have…grilled cheese and tomato soup. Or quesadillas. Or something he really loves. Just so that dinner isn't HORRID for him every night, but 75% of the nights he's trying something new to him and not the same old thing all the time.

  8. My 3 year old does the “Meatloaf? BLAH! I don’t LIKE meatloaf!” comments….every night….no matter what it is. “Egg? BLAH! I don’t LIKE eggs!” My reply: “Then I guess you’re going to starve, huh?” LOL Yep, I’m going for Mama of the Year this year.

    Our household policy is “no bedtime snack until you eat your dinner.” There’s been many a night where he and I go back and forth, “I hungry, Mama!” “Go finish your dinner. It’s on the table.” “I don’t want dinner! I want banana!” “No banana until you eat your dinner.” “But I don’t LIKE dinner!” “Then I guess you’re going to be hungry then.”

    His 5-year-old sister cleans her plate most night, even broccoli, and will ask for seconds. Her brother… *rolls eyes* Oy…

    So no…you’re not alone in your dinner battles. Battle on, Mama Warrior! ;-)

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