Don't Beg For Food!

Curly is an eater. She always has been. She gotten slightly pickier with age but that's because she has tried just about everything and she knows what doesn't taste good. When she was a baby she used to walk around the room when people were eating saying "Please, Please" until someone fed her and then she would move onto the next person. She was like a little puppy begging for food. To this day whenever we go to play group, the store, the doctor, or pretty much anywhere I have to tell her "Don't beg for food". Because she will. The other night we were going to a concert and our very sweet friends Angela and Brian volunteered to watch our girls for us. I dropped them off and went on to enjoy the evening. However, I failed to tell Curly "Don't beg for food". Later that night after returning, Angela let us know that Curly had been wonderful; however, she ate A LOT. Angela was shocked at how much food one child could eat and STILL ask for more when it was all gone. She finally had to cut Curly off because she was afraid she was going to have a tummy ache. If someone doesn't know Curly's eating habits, I forget that it can be quite shocking at the quantity a tiny little girl can eat. I know. I know! We need to be cautious of childhood obesity. Curly is NOT overweight or even close to it. Nor does she just eat junk. However if given the choice of a cookie or a carrot she's not dumb, she'll take the cookie. So when around grandparents she tends to eat more junk as they tend to offer more junk. Curly loves a wide variety of food. She just loves food. Perhaps we have a future chef on our hands. We are cautious about what we feed her and how much because we know her appetite is hearty.

I am very grateful that Curly is not a picky eater. We heard so many stories from friends about picky eaters and how hard it was to get them to eat anything. I was apparently a horribly picky eater. We felt blessed that we didn't have to deal with a child who wouldn't eat. Then naturally The Bear came along and she considers food a nuisance. She would live off of milk alone if we let her. The other night The Bear wasn't eating anything. Nothing. The girls knew I had made cookies for dessert. Curly had completely finished her dinner and was somewhat patiently waiting for her cookies. We wanted The Bear to eat something. Anything. Just one bite before we served dessert. When my back was turned, Curly hopped out of her chair and walked over to her sister and ate every piece of food off of her tray, got back into her chair, and said "Mommy, all The Bear's food is gone can we have cookies now?". I guess her patience had run thin.

Enjoying her food

Not enjoying her food