I’ve said before that I don’t find feeding young kids to be very intuitive. I stressed a lot (to the Daddy’s amusement) about what and how much pretty much the whole first year of the Noodle’s life. There are so many rules, but not rules, but guidelines, but no THOSE guidelines are out of date, and don’t forget the allergens!! But for all the stress that the FOOD may have given me, actually feeding the kid is pretty laid back.
I don’t fret about food on the floor, or on his face, or in his hair. The Noodle is mostly a (relatively) clean eater thus far, even though he’s been doing the finger food thing for quite some time. Sure, some gets smeared on his face or his hands, but that’s usually about it. He’s started dropping food on the floor lately, but that’s easily solved by then removing the food. It’s not with that devious little twinkle in his eyes yet, so I don’t stress too much. (But try not to touch me with those slimy hands kid ok?)
I don’t know why that’s been so easy for me to accept the whole toddler eating thing. I know he’s going to make a mess, I know he’s going to drop food, I know he’s not got great skillz with the spoon, I know he’s going to love a food one minute and then loathe it the next, I know it’s going to change when he’s teething, I know…a lot of those things. So why fight it?
The Daddy on the other hand…well, he’s got a bit of a thing with the messy hands. And the food on the floor. And the “he’s not eating enough.” And…well, let’s just say Daddy’s working through his issues on this.
Too bad he has to do 2 meals everyday to my 1. Poor guy’s gonna be traumatized by the mess.