tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981784470231873821.post8875815271749238453..comments2023-10-09T05:53:59.453-07:00Comments on enoughalready: The Devil's KibbleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18291242697038069529noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981784470231873821.post-73871444998981688732012-06-05T00:02:39.761-07:002012-06-05T00:02:39.761-07:00Alex, that was brilliant! I relate, man; my eight ...Alex, that was brilliant! I relate, man; my eight year-old is very similar. Hope you're well. --Jerry from ZDTVsidweaverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03908191849951961317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981784470231873821.post-27005944941682045452012-06-04T11:38:05.404-07:002012-06-04T11:38:05.404-07:00I would not normally comment on something like thi...I would not normally comment on something like this because every parent knows what other parents are doing wrong and it's horribly obnoxious, so I will try to keep this very general:<br /><br />It sounds like you have two problems: he is picky, and mealtimes are a horrible mix of stress and control fights. I recommend trying to tackle these issues separately, with the control being the most important. Whether that involves giving him whatever he wants, or letting him go without food (only possibly at home, I know) or giving him a strict two choices at every meal -- solving the pickiness is going to be nigh impossible if every food is a fight. Enlist your family doctor to see if they are worried about potential health risks of letting him skip more than a few meals for a week, but more than likely, getting over the control struggle would be worth it in the long run, and kids are really amazingly resilient in terms of health. <br /><br />Good luck.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981784470231873821.post-63657731144614200022012-06-04T09:47:48.582-07:002012-06-04T09:47:48.582-07:00I was a very picky eater as a kid: nothing with pe...I was a very picky eater as a kid: nothing with peanut butter, nothing with any tomato in it (including sauce, so no pizza and only spaghetti with Parmesan cheese, etc.), etc. Obviously not as picky as Henry, but still a royal pain to my parents I'm sure.<br /><br />My parents did a bit of good cop/bad cop (unintentionally, as my mom was a lot more empathetic and my dad a lot more "Just eat it..."), but time, peer pressure, and the threat of starvation was eventually what did it.<br /><br />To wit: they'd do their best to cede to my demands, but after that they would just let me starve if I didn't eat. Eventually and very begrudgingly - I'm pretty damn stubborn and always have been - I would eat because I got hungry. I was still picky, but some sort of weird truce was reached where they put forth a good faith effort and I gave in. <br /><br />So maybe you just have to be more stubborn? And when he has a meltdown due to low blood sugar just give him the warning that it's going to be bedtime if he doesn't eat, and then stick to it? Not fun, but you have to draw the line and come to some sort of truce, and right now he's got all the aces because you're trying to satisfy him.<br /><br />I think it was around age 12 when I finally deigned to try pizza, mainly because I had grown tired of everyone else around me eating it for 8 or 9 years and me having to either eat something else or just have cheese melted on my english muffin when they made English muffin mini-pizzas at school. <br /><br />At age 15 or so I started eating more food in general (puberty, sports, and general appetite) and in college a flip finally switched and I said "Why am I limiting myself? I'm hungry...I'll try it." <br /><br />That's not to say I wasn't plowing through a box of vanilla wafers or a huge bag of doritos every three days when I was in Middle & High School (that and all the soda couldn't have been good for me) but somehow I survived and stayed skinny.<br /><br />And I sometimes think of what a pain in the ass I was to my parents with regret, but all I can do is acknowledge it and be thankful they were as understanding as they were...F. Stikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07172362845525675902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981784470231873821.post-28825987498346271582012-06-01T15:34:11.648-07:002012-06-01T15:34:11.648-07:00Alex, you're brilliant man. I'm sure I'...Alex, you're brilliant man. I'm sure I'll still be a father some day, but I'll walk into it a little more clear eyed for your commentary. Thanks for the laughs at your expense.Calvin Utterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05235463487920238403noreply@blogger.com