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Parenting Mistake Number 2...

When Ethan was a baby, I always made is food from scratch. I cooked for him purees and mashed food from the time he was on solid food and then when he started with finger foods, I continued with my healthy meal plans. I never offered cookies or sweets, I gave him only wheat bread (no white) and fresh fruit and veg. He was such a good eater. I swore I'd never be a parent that made separate meals for my child. Then, he turned 2 and his food world turned upside-down. He started refusing more and more food. He became a child of plain pasta (with only butter, salt, pepper & Parmesan cheese), no sauces of any kind, no meat except for chicken, He likes fish but only if it's breaded and he alternates with being picky about his fruit or veg. He always eats it, but is has random refusals of things he used to like. He still only eats wheat bread, but won't drink milk so I have to give him 3 yogurts a day to make up for the lack of milk. For breakfast he'll eat toast, french toast (made with wheat bread and tiny bit of syrup, and on occasion, a honey raisin bran. He is a fussy eater with a limited diet despite all my cooking and hard work I put in when he was a baby or toddler.
Instead of buying frozen processed things the only thing I can do for now is keep cooking his meals. I make homemade chicken nuggets with the best ingredients that I freeze myself, I buy the best fish sticks I can that are made with whole fish fillets and make him fresh fruits, veg and sandwiches. I admit with shame, that every night I make a separate meal for my son.
We've started a star chart for foods as well as his sleeping chart. He was doing really well for a few weeks. He has added wraps, eggs, spaghetti with tomato sauce, pancakes and salad to his limited menu but has given up on trying new foods. I try not to make a big deal out of it and to keep meal times stress free, but must admit that every time he refuses to eat something, internally I want to dump it over his head and scream. I don't though. All of the books say to relax and just keep offering up the same foods. In time it will work it's self out. How many adults do you know that won't eat much more than chicken pasta and yogurt? I'm just hoping it works out sooner than later.

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