Toddlerhood. It’s one heck of a hood. I have more love for these babes than my heart could hold but they know how to work me especially with meals, or lack thereof. I try, I really do, to get them to try new things, to hide the veggies, to try new veggies, even in the form of “french fries,” but they always have the last word and typically it’s “no” or “I don’t like it.” There are days where all they do from morning to night is graze and I don’t have the energy to fight it, and anyone with two toddlers knows how they feed off of each other. When one is done, so is the other. When one doesn’t like something, the other doesn’t either. At least that is the season we are somewhat in now. I gave up any expectations a long time ago and am just winging it, like most things along this road. I’m much kinder to myself than I used to be and know it’s just a phase. Albeit a really long phase. This too shall pass and I know they won’t go to college living off of pizza, macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets, at least I hope so. Are your kids picky too?