16 Mar 2010 by
shoppingmum
My gal, if you know her since baby, you would agree that she’s a good eater. She ate everything, anything, every time and any time of the day. When she was a baby, everyone thought that she didn’t have enough from my breastmilk. She was fully on breastmilk until 15 months, and I started supplementing her with formula in process of weaning her off. She had no problem taking solids after 6 months old, and started spoon feeding herself by one. She was eager to join others at the table, and she could easily eat on her own, maybe ask for more, and might be the last to leave the table when everyone was done.
She was not chubby, but she ate a lot. In short, meal time was a bliss with our little Isabelle.
BUT…things changed.
NOW, she’s a picky eater. Dinner is a stressful moment for us as she will start to complain even before she takes the first bite. She will tell us IT’S NOT THE RIGHT RICE, even if we have been taking red hom mali rice for 2 years. She will tell us the veggie is not nice, and it’s not broccoli. She will nag that we give her too much in her bowl, even if there are only 2 spoon full of rice, with some veggie, a piece of meat or fish and some egg. Bla bla bla…

That’s how sorrow she is, having to take her dinner. Sigh…
After a long day at work and coming home to prepare the dinner, handling a fussy eater can really test my patience. She can sit there, cry, eat a bit and fuss a lot for more than 30 minutes. Even after hubby’s finished the dishes and I’m done cleaning up, her plate is still FULL. In the end, hubby will just let her go. KEK SEI NGOR la.
Will the gong gong and po po come and handle this fussy kid for me? Beh tahan jor…
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