Golden Boy is going to be 3 tomorrow. It is exciting, it is sad. Watching our boy turning into this interesting, slightly crazy, very emotional character, the daily changes. But isn’t it all going so fast; this time last year he was hardly speaking – or making sense anyway, he was so much smaller, and there was considerably less hair.

However there are some things that haven’t changed, and it sometimes feels as if they never will.

For the last year or so I have listened to other mums talk about how well their children have been doing with their potty training, and most of them hitting the 3 year old mark are at least dry during the day. Golden Boy has not been at all interested in getting rid of the nappies, in fact every time we had previously tried to introduce the potty or toilet he was quite vocal about not using it, and I wasn’t really bothered, I have been their twice before and he will do it when he wants to. However enough is enough and in the last few weeks we have been progressing slowly; the toilet is still the enemy but he does occasionally use the potty and looks very pleased with all the celebrations that go on when he does; but there are also many puddles, changes of clothes and tantrums in between. I am sure we will get there soon.

Our main issue though is his diet; he was great with the weaning at 6 months, we had a lovely few months discovering different foods – he even ate leftover green thai curry and shared his dads olives with him – then he hit 1 and since then he has barely eaten any meat or vegetables, and I mean barely. He is a boy of such strict habit that if he doesn’t have the same things every day then he will eat nothing; he has the same shreddies and banana (which takes him about 2 hours to eat) for breakfast, cream cheese sandwiches for lunch with crisps and cheddars, and a ready meal of lasagne or spag bol (which has a smidgen of meat and veg in) my homemade is full of the goodness but he won’t even try anything else. He does eat a bit of cheese and he loves his fruit and yoghurts, but that is it. And if I hear one more person say it is just a phase, I will embarassingly break down in front of them, tears, sobbing, the lot, I get it I know it is a phase but you live this phase for 2 years and not be at the very edge of losing it.

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Yum, this is so nice I don’t need to eat anything else for the rest of my life…

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What a roast dinner? fish pie? sausage and chips? nah this is good enough for me. Every Single Day…

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Oh goodie shreddies again…

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Sigh…