Picky, Picky

When it comes to the word *picky* I tend to go the immature route and think of the word nose, or snuggie. However, I have been called that word ALL of my life.

When I was little, my mom would make stir fry for the family and mac-n-cheese for me. She just "didn't want to deal with the ongoing battle anymore."

I thought nothing of it and usually skirted food issues other then an occasional dinner with new people. Then I would drink a lot of water/milk and "chase" it down.

However, that Karma, she's one sassy lady for sure. My son Jack was born and in walked Karma.

I used to watch the old "Jon & Kate plus 8" and think "wow, how does she do it?"

Well, she's not a rocket scientist, she's just firm on the food subject. I haven't been and, Lord help me, I'm getting it back in spades.

That said, Joe and I have made a list (longer then I intended) of goals for 2010 and one of them is to take a stand on the food subject. Tonight we did and while Jack is now in bed without dinner, I'm ok with that. I need this battle to be peaceful.

It' can't be any worse then the battle of sleeping in his own bed can it? We shall see. Pretty hard to be angry at that sweet face.