Busyknitter

Finally, finally my older son S has decided to do something about his fussy food habits. He’s always been what you might describe as a nightmare eater; no sauces, no wet food in general, no veg, no salad, no bread but sliced white, no no no. You get the picture.

Goodness only know what’s behind it. Clearly I’m a bad mother who allows her children to use mealtimes as a manipulative battleground so we won’t dwell on that. Me, I think there are some sensory issues and a very slowly developing palate. I do recall that I was an incredibly fussy eater as a child and drove my poor mother to distraction for years.

The past year has seen a little progress and the gradual introduction of a few extra foods. And yesterday a revolution happened.

S and my husband arrived home from a three day trip to Italy. Though they’d had a good time, Mr. BK could not hide his frustration and irritation with S’s attitude to food on the trip and told him in no uncertain terms that there would be no more trips until he sorted himself out.  After all what’s the point of a trip to Venice if you can’t relax in a nice restaurant in the evening. The combination of this threat, the fact that at nearly 13 he does seem to be hungry all the time and a sudden and genuine realisation that his eating habits actually marred his dad’s enjoyment of the holiday flicked a switch in his brain.

Yesterday evening, bolognese sauce was eaten with the pasta (for the first time ever!) Today we went for a pub lunch and S munched his way through a few slices of granary bread (for the first time ever!), asked for a side salad (for the first time ever!) and ate it (for the first time ever!). What’s more he enjoyed them all

 I’ll have him eating olives before the month is out. MWAHAHAHAHA!