Ditto. DS always ate so well at day care and eats horribly at home. I figure he was getting 2 good meals a day (breakfast and lunch). I was good with it.
Yea that's pretty normal. Peer pressure plus school type expectations. I am pretty adamant about eating what is for dinner, period, but they have lots of choices for snacks, lunch & breakfast.
DD isn't in daycare - my IL's watch her when we're at work and it's the same situation for us. She eats well at their house, but for us, is hit or miss....sometimes she eats well, but most of the time she doesn't. I guess I'm a shitty cook lol
Michael is the same way. I haven't really bothered to fight it. I always offer healthy and varied foods, but if he asks for cottage cheese I usually relent. Maybe I'm doing it wrong.
DD is the same way. Daycare said this is normal. One of my friends who has a kid at the same center actually got the recipe for her kid's favorite lunch there, made it at home, and he completely refused it. Daycare also said that was normal.
Its totally normal. The kids who eat lunch at my preschool, eat things like tofu, lentils, all vegetables, etc. I'm sure they don't eat stuff like that at home.
Just know that she's getting a good, balanced meal at daycare that she's eating well and don't stress about dinner at home.
Not wanting to rob you of this bit of "Typical" toddler behavior, but sometimes this is a function of ASD. Sometimes there's a piece of rigid thinking and a failure to globalize skills to this kind of behavior rather than taking cues from peers. DS had a couple of foods that were specific to situations.
For years DS ate different food at my mom's house than he would with me. At home the J on his PBJ had to be grape jelly, at my mom's it could be raspberry preserves, apricot jam or sliced fruit. He'd eat all kinds of fish at her house or out to dinner with her but not if I was there. On my watch, he never met a salad he didn't like but never with my mom.
We bought my mom's house the year she retired to the beach because our house was destroyed in a flood. He was 6. The morning after we arrived, he announced that he would now eat the other jams and jellies since he lived here. It's like it was some sort of rule in his head.
Why or why can't preschool magic wear off on us. They have stopped making us contribute to parties because "he doesn't eat the food so don't worry". grrrrrrrr