After Maddie's request to have dinner for breakfast the other day (something which, by the way, I love to do; I'll eat pretty much anything for breakfast), I decided to turn the tables and have breakfast for dinner tonight. I made Maddie and Riley an egg and cheese sandwich on toast, and served it with some frozen peas and blueberries (no, not mixed).
They ate as they usually do, meaning that Maddie snarfed down her egg, ate the cheesy part of the bread and left the plain part, and ate all her blueberries and a few peas. Riley ate all of his bread, two bites of egg, most of his peas, and most of his blueberries.
While they were eating, I cooked some broccoli. By the time they were done eating, it was cool, and they ate some of that.
They claimed to still be hungry. Maddie asked for grapefruit. I cut a grapefruit into segments and we shared it.
Still hungry. Riley spotted plums in the fruit bowl, three little tiny ones.
"I want a plumito!" he yelled.
We shared one of those. They demanded another. We ate that.
I dug up some whole-wheat crackers and gave them a handful to munch on while I did the dishes. That finally seemed to satisfy them.
Can anyone say growth spurt? Or something. Sheesh. I'm not complaining, mind you, but I just can't get used to this toddler thing of eating next to nothing some days and eating everything but the kitchen sink on others.
We had a rough evening yesterday. Riley was crabby and whiny from the moment I picked him up, and I'd had a long day and my temper was short. There was yelling, dinner got served late, and we didn't have time to make the chocolate cake I'd promised Maddie and Riley we'd bake together.
I told them that I'd make the cake after they went to bed and that they could have cake for breakfast if there was no screaming in the night.
There was no screaming. What was the first thing Maddie said to me when I went in to get them this morning? "Mama, I no scream! I want chocolate cake!"
I gave them each a smallish piece, which they thoroughly enjoyed. They both asked for more. I gave them each another smallish slice. They each ate a few bites, then were clearly done. "Are you all finished? Can I take your bowls?" I asked. "All done!" they cheerfully replied.
I love that they listen to their bodies about eating. They weren't hungry anymore, so they stopped eating even though they had HOMEMADE CHOCOLATE CAKE with HOMEMADE CHOCOLATE FROSTING containing CHOCOLATE DELIVERED FROM EUROPE BY MR. COFFEE in front of them for breakfast. I try to stop eating when I'm not hungry anymore, but if someone were feeding me chocolate cake for breakfast, I can tell you that there is no way I'd leave three bites on my plate because I was "all done." I'd eat it all even if I didn't really want any more. I wonder when—if—that awareness will change for Maddie and Riley. For now, it gives me a great deal of parental joy to see them eat a variety of foods and enjoy them all in moderation. I truly don't take credit for their eating habits; yes, I've always fed them a variety of foods and encouraged them to try whatever they want, but I know plenty of people who have done that and who still have really picky eaters. It's just luck.
And of course, now that I've posted about it, Maddie and Riley will probably start eating nothing but Cheerios and applesauce. Hah.
I always put Maddie in bed first, then Riley. Before I put Riley in his crib, I hold him over Maddie's crib and he says, "Night-night YaYa. I love you, YaYa!" For the past few nights, Maddie has been replying, "I love you, Riley!" Tonight, they bantered back and forth, "I love you, YaYa!" "I love you, Riley!" SO CUTE.
So, back to that chocolate cake . . . the kids are sleeping, and I'm looking forward to an evening of red wine, chocolate cake, and Grey's Anatomy. Ahhhhhh . . .