Mealtimes in our household are tough. Our daughter probably throws as much food on the floor as she gets in her mouth; it takes forever to get her to eat a meal and she spends most of the time trying to stand up in her high chair. We’ll harness her in if we have to but then she’s so focused on trying to unstrap herself that she forgets about eating altogether. It certainly can be a frustrating experience. I spend most of my time trying to figure out what to feed my daughter to make sure that she has a healthy, balanced meal (though we often fall short of that) and the rest of the time trying to keep her in the high chair during these meals.
My husband, though, doesn’t seem as interested in this. On the mornings that he gets up earlier than I do, I walk out into the living room to find breakfast was a half eaten banana on the floor and various snacks strewn about the room. His idea of giving her a meal is handing her a box of crackers and letting her have at it.
Not exactly the most structured mealtimes ever. While it’s true that trying to feed her a meal in her highchair can make us want to tear our hair out, it’s something that she has to learn to do eventually and it seemed that my husband agreed with me when we discussed it. Yet, the other night when I had to work late and he was responsible for giving her dinner, wanna guess what that was like?
That’s right, she pretty much looks like a wild animal who just crawled out of the jungle and has stumbled upon a scrap of food on the ground. So, yeah…dinner was cold pizza on the living room floor. Looks like I’m going to have to take over all meals from now on unless I want our daughter growing up thinking she’s basically just like one of our dogs.