after recently watching food, inc., king corn and killer at large: why obesity is america's biggest threat, we've made some serious changes to our eating habits. well, as it turns out, knowledge isn't just power. knowledge is the concrete foundation upon which i'm standing--a bona fide food snob.
thankfully, after eating two breakfasts only a couple hours earlier, little lucy wasn't interested any of the food presented. rather, she took the chance to play with ALL of the baby dolls while the rest of the toddler set snacked. my proposed plan of attack, had she been hungry, was to fill her up on a croissant and orange slices, then steer her toward the single batch of homemade cookies, in hopes that the additives/chemical/trans fat content was on the lesser end of the scale.
how long will i reasonably be able to control my daughter's food intake outside of our home? how long until she wants all of the commercialized crap--even though she's not being exposed to the actual commercials? how long until it becomes a real battle?
earlier in the week, an art project at the aforementioned school was stringing froot loops on a pipe cleaner to make edible bracelets. of course, with a group aged 18-36 months, there's a lot more nibbling than stringing going on. but, being the semi-reasonable person that i am, i concluded that the benefit of lucy sitting at a table with a group of children, while (kinda-sorta) working on fine motor skills outweighed the negative end of her consuming the actual froot loops. especially since sugar-cereal-bracelet-making is a one-time activity during the preschool session. this is not to say that i didn't sit there making mental notes of what to look for when the search for a real preschool begins.
so i let little lucy munch away on froot loops--artificial flavors, artificial colors, gmo's. all of it. because i don't want to be that mom. you know--the food snob.
as it turns out, she isn't ruined after all. lucy requested her broccoli as we pulled away from the curb today--leaving that sugar-haven in our dust. and i was so thrilled, i pulled back to the curb and got it for her.