They Don't Know What They Are Missing

I love food.  Breakfast-yep. . . Asian-of course. . . late night snacking-favorite!
My kids, hate food.
I don't know how it happened.
Milo is getting better.  Compared to a year ago, he is working miracles. Did you know that there is such a thing as "food therapy"?  We've seriously considered it.  I can't complain, he eats a ton more than he used to, but any time he sees something the tiniest bit different on his plate, or even if I cut things differently, he'll crinkle his eyebrows at me and say, "I really don't like that mom.  Just like when I was a baby I loved tomatoes, but now I don't love them".  Hindsight I never should have told him that in the first place, because I hear it a lot now.  The other issue is that Milo won't feed himself.  I don't know if it's because he doesn't want to get dirty, or if it's just pleasant to have someone place food on your tongue.  I guess I'm just so happy that he is showing interest in food that I don't mind making rice balls and cutting noodles into tiny pieces and perfectly placing them in his mouth-at least he's eating.
. . . then you've got the little sister. . . .

When she was 6 months old she would drink her baby food, because I couldn't shovel it in fast enough.  Now, I'm lucky if she eats ten crackers all day, and that's with me making Fat Tony dance, and reading her books, and letting her honk my nose.  I seriously don't know what happened?!  I keep telling myself that it's just a phase, but WOW the hours on hours I have spent trying to trick my kids into eating.   This is where people say, "oh, it's easy, just don't force them and they will eat when they are hungry". . . Ya, tried that.  Taya would starve to death before chomping down on some chicken by her own free will.  The problem is, both my kids are small.  They can't be skipping too many meals!
Then you've got me.  I caught myself eating a Cheeto out of the diaper bag the other day.  When it was stale, it dawned on me that I haven't bought Cheetos for months.  I swallowed it all the same. . . and enjoyed it:)