{"id":155,"date":"2015-07-23T10:15:43","date_gmt":"2015-07-23T10:15:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/?p=155"},"modified":"2023-09-18T16:04:02","modified_gmt":"2023-09-18T16:04:02","slug":"15-reasons-my-son-doesnt-want-to-eat-his-dinner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/15-reasons-my-son-doesnt-want-to-eat-his-dinner\/","title":{"rendered":"15 Reasons My Son Doesn\u2019t Want To Eat His Dinner"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Child<\/p>\n

All children are fussy. My son loves spicy food but hates anything to do with potato (except crisps, unsurprisingly). Before he was born, I had visions of spending time in the kitchen creating delicious healthy meals that he would enjoy. I would teach him how to cook homemade pasta sauce, risotto, curry, and the perfect roast dinner. I wouldn\u2019t use ready-made packets, and he would get his five portions of fruit and vegetables every day.<\/p>\n

I tried to live up to that goal, but as any experienced parent knows, it was pretty unrealistic. As his tastes set it became more and more disheartening to hear the words \u201cI don\u2019t like it,\u201d and as he became more mobile it became more difficult to spend so much time in the kitchen without breaking my neck on the several hundred pieces of Duplo he had placed on the floor to show me. So now I sneak ready-made pasta sauces and tins of baked beans into my shopping trolley and hope for the best whilst my food processor and slow cooker collect dust in the cupboard.<\/p>\n

\"Frustrated<\/p>\n

Yet still, my son comes up with ever more excuses as to why he can\u2019t eat what he has been given. Some seem fairly straightforward: \u201cI don\u2019t like it.\u201d OK, that\u2019s fine; I\u2019m not going to force you. Some seem a little more contrived, whilst others are just downright frustrating. Here are some of my favourite excuses:<\/p>\n

1) He asked for pasta. I gave him pasta. He didn\u2019t want pasta; he wanted rice.
\n2) There\u2019s sauce on the carrots.
\n3) There isn\u2019t any sauce.
\n4) It\u2019s too hot (It\u2019s luke warm at best).
\n5) It\u2019s too cold (It\u2019s flipping ice cream).
\n6) He doesn\u2019t want to use a big boy fork.
\n7) He wants to use a big boy fork.
\n8) It\u2019s on the red plate and not the orange plate.
\n9) The banana broke in half.
\n10) He asked for his sandwich to be cut into triangles and so I did but he wanted squares.
\n11) He wanted Daddy to cut it up, not Mummy.
\n12) He wanted toast for breakfast and not the Weetabix he asked for.
\n13) The apple is green and not red and it has a stalk.
\n14) There\u2019s a teeny tiny piece of mash potato on the sausage. He hates all forms of potato.
\n15) I put the sour cream in the fajita instead of on the plate next to the fajita.<\/p>\n

I keep telling myself it\u2019s a phase. He will grow out of it. Meanwhile, I look longingly at the colourful pictures in my Annabel Karmel and Mary Berry cookbooks and dream of the day where I cook something that he will say is delicious.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

All children are fussy. My son loves spicy food but hates anything to do with potato (except crisps, unsurprisingly). Before he was born, I had visions of spending time in the kitchen creating delicious healthy meals that he would enjoy. I would teach him how to cook homemade pasta sauce, risotto, curry, and the perfect roast dinner. I wouldn\u2019t use ready-made packets, and he would get his five portions of fruit and vegetables every day. I tried to live up to that goal, but as any experienced parent knows, it was pretty unrealistic. As his tastes set it became more <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":156,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/155"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=155"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/155\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":159,"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/155\/revisions\/159"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/156"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=155"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=155"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mumblog.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=155"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}