I have just realized that the worst rash of picky and resentful eating behavior that we have been observing lately has coincided with my mom moving into town and taking our daughter for overnight visits. She's usually pretty good about respecting our vegan choices for the most part, but the food she chooses is CRAP.
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My daughter used to eat whole grain pastas. Now she wants white because she gets pasty white crappy bowties at grandma's house. She used to eat oatmeal. Then I was stupid and grabbed a box of instant oatmeal on a road trip this summer - something I've done before, and gone back to home-cooked once we're home with no trouble. But now, Grandma offers the instant stuff, and mine's rejected. (this morning I sauteed a diced apple in coconut oil with brown sugar and cinnamon, added oats and soymilk with nuts and seeds and cooked it, then topped it with more 'milk' and sugar. "It's not as good as Grandma's." Well DUH, it isn't half SUGAR!)
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My daughter is very thin, just like her dad. I? Am not. My mom always gushes about how well she eats at her house - three plates of pasta and veggies, 4 toaster waffles, 3 bowls of crappy oatmeal. Most of a package of freaking soy dogs.
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I count on my mom to watch her for my sanity, and in order to get stuff done that is important to me. But I don't know how to fix this, because it is crazy-making.










