Today is the last day of assigned writing for this blog. I think that in the last few weeks, things have been eye opening to me. I learned a lot about they way my family eats and the things that we need to overcome to be normal, if that is at all possible.
My kids, well, Aiden is anyways, a picky eater. And of course, Carly is at the age where she follows everything that her big sister does, so she didn't like half of the foods either. Mark is probably the worst. He never learned about taking one for the sake of making his wife happy and just sucking it up and eating a dinner that isn't the greatest. I thought I was bad, but at least I truck through his nasty dinners and just eat a snack before bed. I almost think that it is the world we live in today. When I was growing up, we had to shut up and suck down or food, or we went hungry. I remember that I hated meatloaf, yet it never deterred my mother from making it once a month. So once a month I went through about a gallon of milk and ended up with a red nose from pinching it closed just so I didn't have to sit at the table til bedtime and then lay wide awake hungry all night. I tried this one night with my own kids, and my freaking husband of course let Aiden have a bowl of cereal. UGH! So it is probably only something that works if both parents can come to an understanding and ENFORCE THE RULES! But then again, it must have to be a rule in the first place. At least to give him some back-up, his mother would make a separate meal if she knew he didn't like what was for dinner, so he grew up that way.
All in all, the eating habits of my family suck. We are stuck in a routine of spaghetti and breakfast for dinner. I tried to get them to increase their taste bud variety, but they are too stubborn to see anything but what they know. I will not quite though. I liked trying new recipes and maybe if I got them into picking something out, they would like it too.
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