Kids vs. Food

If my kids pray for whatever is about to go in their mouths to strengthen and nourish their bodies, they're fine, right?

When I was a young, adorable, innocent mom-to-be with Michael, I just KNEW I was going to get a BabyBullet (not sponsored, promise) and get tons of fresh only-the-best fruits and vegetables for him to eat. I'd boil them in purified water and blend the crap out of all the chokable chunks and get him started on a foodie journey. He'd eat zucchini, apples, and grilled chicken, and not have his first bite of pizza until he was like 5 years old. Even then it would be made with an organic cauliflower crust and pizza sauce made from the tomatoes that I grew in my own little garden!

And then I had Michael.
He does NOT eat anything that isn't a waffle, noodle, a hotdog, or a Honey Nut Cheerio. Or a a pizza of any sort, so I guess that cauliflower crust thing actually panned out.
on top of that, I can't garden. I have neither the time nor the interest. I also can't seem to keep plastic plants alive, so there's that.

Eden is also picky, but in a way that keeps you on your toes and stressed out. She asked for waffles the other day. It takes forever to make waffles from scratch. But I did it. And they were delicious (this isn't about me, but you should know that I'm really good at the waffles). Eden looked at hers and declared that she didn't like waffles. She does this with all the foods: scrambled eggs, spaghetti, oranges, carrots, mac 'n cheese, you name it. Two days later, she decided she was so starving after refusing lunch, that she pulled a leftover waffle out of the freezer and ate it while it was still frozen! What did I do about it? Sigh. I just Let It Go.

I'd blame it on formula feeding, but they were breastfed, suckas!
KIDDING. They were both breast AND formula fed. Hence the cauliflower pizza crust.