For weeks we've had issues with eating tea. Many an afternoon will find me slaveing away over a hot stove creating a veritable banquet. Even 'favourite' banquets like the well known meatballs, sausage casserole, macaroni and bolognaise are barely given a passing glance by Toots. As for Tiger, well, two mouthfulls of the feast and she's done. Though that is after screaming bloody murder from the second you put a plate down in front of her. She's quite content in the high chair but the merest hint of actual food to eat and she throws a fit. All I can say is it's strange. Very very strange. There's no explanation. And it's been going on for weeks. And on more than one occaision, it's reduced me to tears.
Tonight Toots, Tiger and I got home late so a frozen pepperoni pizza was thrown in the oven. And you know what, 15 minutes later Dora was switched off without question, bibs were put on with actual joy, and tea was eaten in a calm, relaxed, even beautiful manner. No howls, no screams, no heart-wrenching sobs, no moans, no groans, no shoving the plate away or throwing the bib on the floor. Just the pure melodic sound of chewing.
Pepperoni pizza, Heinz Tomato Soup... nothing like a stay-at-home mother preparing good wholesome home made food for her loved ones eh?!
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