When the Munch started eating, she hated food. But, that was OK because I waited until she was seven months to feed her solids, and even then only when her dad was around: what if she choked on that organic flavored liquid?! I'm not sure when it happened, but she suddenly became a fantastic eater with what my mother told me (so you know that has to be legit) was a sophisticated palate. My girl ate guacamole (and she could even say that word), olives (nasty! definitely from her father), and pretty much everything else we put in front of her. Except eggs, because she has an allergy. When I read other mamas posts on mom's groups begging for meal ideas and advice on how to get their child to eat more than just crackers and cheese, my back perked up a bit, and a slight wave of superiority washed over my normally humble self. I gleefully thought to myself, "I may not have good sleepers, but I have good eaters, motherfuckers!! Muahhhahaa! Suck it!" Don't judge me. We all have to take a win where we can get one.
And then the Munch turned three. Now, this was only last month, but fuck! Can someone please tell me what the hell happened? She doesn't eat shit. It's a constant barrage of "I don't like it" and "I'm not hungry" or "I want more cheese." What the fuck? My boys still don't sleep through night -- like at all -- and they are joined occasionally by their sister. So I want to know what I did to the parenting g-ds? Or, what happens to a three-year-old's brain that turns her off of good food and into a picky little monster?