Sigh

When Jacob was about 18 months/2 years old, he was an adventurous eater; if Doug and I were eating it, he'd have a go at eating it. Now at the ripe old age of 3, he's discovered the joys of being a faddy eater. Even when he likes whats on the plate (or at least, liked it a few days ago), he sometimes decides that he "isn't hungry", and will try and fill up on fruit and milk after the meal.

Now there are worse things to be filling up on, I know, but I tried to put my foot down at tea-time and make it clear to him that he can only have strawberries (today's dessert of choice) if he makes a decent stab at his main course. We had toad-in-the-hole, carrots, cabbage and onion gravy and apart from his rather love/hate relationship with sausages, he likes all of the rest of those things, so I wasn't best please to see him eat only the batter around the toad.

We've had tears, wailing and sitting on the naughty step. And that was only me! But I haven't given in and let him have strawberries or milk. I'm not sure that I'm taking the right approach, but we shall see.

Ahh, the joys of parenthood. On the flip side of things, 18 month old Sam cleared his plate, ate some of Jacob's and then polished off a big bowl of strawberries. No doubt in 18 months he'll be just as difficult as his big brother :-)