Wednesday, December 30, 2009


Last night I read some of this blog

and was literally sobbing and unable to catch my breath at some points. How amazing, God's goodness and grace through such a trial. Her writing is so good, too. If you haven't read it, cancel your appointments, get a sitter, do what it takes. Start from the beginning.

So my next (or should I say, concurrent) thought was, what am I doing trying to have a blog? I like to think I'd be a good writer if I tried. That I have something moderately entertaining to say. That sticking to writing about feeding my children will keep me from rambling off into idiotic rants that people will then forward to their therapists to discuss why they should not spend too much time with me (alright, so that was something I did with a post of my brother's once but it really did cross the line into creepy and I wanted an objective [read, professionally trained] opinion to back up our feeling that maybe we shouldn't have our children around him). Or that I could keep up with current backgrounds for this page if I tried.

Where was I going with this? I started this this morning with (sort of) clear thoughts and now it's not so clear.

Maybe my New Year's Resolution will be to put more into the blog. Maybe not; typically I don't make resolutions so that I can't fail when I don't keep them.

Off to read more Bring the Rain.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Not Me! Moday

I'm not so wiped out from Christmas that I wanted to write a post earlier and didn't.

I didn't burn the candle at both ends for so long that I fell asleep at 7:30 on Christmas night.

I didn't get so fed up with picking up ornaments that I took down the Christmas tree tonight.

I am not watching a rerun of NCIS for the 3rd or 4th time because I find the show soothing.

Head over to MckMama to read more of what did not happen this week.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Christmas Eve

Lovely, lovely family Christmas with my husband's side of the family. Random foods eaten at random times. Sam ate ham and maybe a roll. Kate ate . . . I actually have no idea. But not the ham, which actually we were thankful for since she pukes after eating deli ham so the outcome of eating a baked ham can't be much different.

I really didn't see Kate eat much of anything all day, including dessert. So in the car, on the way home, I told her she needed to eat a banana before I'd give her the ipod Touch back. She ate. I played Harbor Master. I got 96 points. The record is 99.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Huge Steps Backwards

So, my parents are here. And it's two days before Christmas. There's a little bit of stress in the air (along with aroma of pies, biscotti, cookies, etc.). My children wig a little when my parents are here - my parents are very high strung. So, to keep the peace, I usually give in to them a lot more (I can only take pressure from one direction and it's easier to control them than my parents). So, if they don't want to eat, guess what's appearing on the table? You guessed it, cereal.

Peace on Earth, people. Peace on Earth.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Not Me!!

Everyone's not doing it. Join in! Head over here to read what MckMama didn't do lately.

(I was planning a huge, Christmas-themed "not me," but I really don't have the time. Too much to do.)
Or rather . . . (I'm still new at this) . . . so little to do, so much time.

I do not have scrapbooking obsession (as I said before) and did not spend many hours and lots of money putting the 147 (+) layouts I've done this past year into albums and then leave them in the living room like this
for a week because they have no home. And then I didn't go and scrap two more two-page layouts just because I had so much extra time on my hands.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Is this really necessary?

I have a scrapbooking addiction. It's pretty serious. Almost anything we do I take (multiple) pictures of, going for different angles so I don't have to have a picture of someone looking off the page. Sometimes I dress my children in coordinating clothing so the pictures look good on a page.

We are not going to get into my desire for a newer, better camera; I am trying to be content with what God has given me, which is a perfectly fine point-and-shoot camera that takes perfectly serviceable pictures. I'd like to have outstanding, well-lit, photojournalistic, gorgeously staged photos. Maybe someday.


We made sugar cookies today and I tried to take pictures of them at each stage, cutting them out, decorating, eating . . . only Kate didn't want to eat hers. I missed taking a shot of her first bite (I was playing with the flash settings) and even with coaxing couldn't get her to take another bite. REALLY? It's a full-on sugar rush, pre-bedtime, high glycemic index meltdown waiting to happen. Come on baby girl, it's for the scrapbook.

Your brother did it.

I don't think she actually took a bite. But I got my shot.

Friday, December 18, 2009


Tonight, showdowns with both children.

The menu was lasagna roll-ups. Sam, of course, doesn't like red sauce. So I've never really offered this to them. I ran out of pepperoni, which was fine since I wasn't sure they wanted to eat that anyway. So I made them one without pepperoni.

Initially, Sam loved it and was eating it. Kate was eating, too, then got a little silly. Then started playing and fooling around. Then she started running around the table.

Sam suddenly was struck with a debilitating headache. He couldn't eat. Kate continued to fool around. We gave Sam the choice to eat or go to his room. Oh, but the head. So, some Tylenol.

We told Kate it was eat or bed and she clearly thought we were kidding. Craig took her up to her room and about 3 minutes later she appeared, much calmer, and ate her supper.

Sam was able to soldier on and finish. They both got the gingerbread men cookies they'd been promised. Kate played with hers but didn't eat it (which is fine, really); Sam at most of his.

Kate went over to a friend's house today and "made cookies." I think mostly the little girls decorated or played. We brought some home and literally, they're awful. One of the other moms mixed them up before the kids got there, so it's not like we can blame the littles. I wanted Craig to taste them just so he could know how bad they were, but he said he'd take my word for it. It's not as if it's a kind I don't like, they are just genuinely awful.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Kids' Choice

Last night I yakked too much with Liz (who finally was over here to show me how to do that) and didn't make supper. So, we got Amigos take out and let the children have kids' choice. It's their favorite. Pretty much it means life as it used to be before they had to eat what we eat. Sam chose cereal and Kate chose mac 'n' cheese. I had a lovely taquito and Craig had whatever he had. I didn't have to cook it and he enjoyed it so it was a good night all around.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

He likes it!

Sunday night we had "creamy parmesan shrimp," which prompted Sam to declare, "I like shrimp!"

Oh, really? I had no idea. Not just because for awhile lobster was the only "meat" he would eat, but oh, maybe because, well, he's never eaten shrimp before?

He did eat it. Quickly, without reminders to 'keep eating.' He even asked for MORE. We think that that was quite possibly the first time he's ever asked for more.

Tonight, when told we were having "oriental chicken," he said, "I don't like chicken."

Lord, give me strength!

He claimed to like the food, just not the carrots. Then broccoli dropped from the list. Finally we had to just tell him to eat 4 bites of chicken. This is really a huge improvement from where we were, having him eat it and declare it good (for awhile), even if some nights we do keep having to say "eat, take bites, (insert neutral reminder statement here)." There may be some minor fussing, but even that has subsided.

I had him to the pediatrician for his check up and he'd gained almost a pound and a half in the last month . . . well, the last time we were there, he had been puking so it's not that accurate of a measure; but the point is, he's always been a little dude but I'm hoping (and taking this as encouragement) that he'll gain weight.

Kate, on the other hand, ate . . . noodles. With the sauce (soy, garlic, ginger) . . . but declared the chicken was 'yukky,' even with extra sauce. Her favorite lately is cereal (dry) in a bag. At least she hasn't asked for that at dinner yet.

Monday, December 14, 2009

NMM, part 2

I did not just have a cup of hot chocolate and biscotti as if I were a woman of leisure.

I did not forget to post this picture in part 1:

because this is not what my table looked like last night while making the gingerbread house (for the record I don't like a clean house with things put away and I don't tell my children "no mess. Making mess is naughty," in a slightly exasperated voice as if the clipped caveman sentence structure will convince them).

Now, if you haven't already, write your own and head over to MckMama to join in the fun.

(Oh, and I'm not counting the hours until Liz gets here on Wednesday and I can wrap up [no pun intended] the Christmas shopping.)

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to my newest non-happenings. I was just over at MckMama's (who started this) and she doesn't have a not me today, but there's still lots of links there for others. And she's always a good read.

I did not allow my son to stay up late last night and do this:

Or this:

I didn't make the gingerbread from scratch. Or the icing. I wasn't pleasantly surprised that it turned out so well.

Or, I was surprised that it didn't turn out well. How would I word that?

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Food & Feeding Philosophy

Sam has always been a small kid. The highest percentile he ever reached was maybe the 30th, when he was a few months old. He's usually in the 5th to 10th (and I know there's no "perfect" percentile) and for a long time we were willing to let him eat what he wanted to because hey, he was eating, wasn't he? And there's so many issues wrapped up with food. We don't want them to clean the plate, but to stop eating when they're hungry. We don't want them to turn to food for comfort, but they do stop whining when we feed them what they're asking for . . . etc.

I realize that the whining should be dealt with as a discipline issue, but I leave most of that out of these postings because it's boring and personal. It is an absolutely endless job, teaching and training children. I have to constantly turn to Christ for strength, patience, and wisdom.

I also don't agree with the idea of offering the child the same plate of food for 5 days until he/she eats it. I think that's unsanitary and gross. We, the parents, don't eat leftovers that are more than 3 days old and certainly not ones that have been heated, chilled, reheated, rechilled, reheated, rechilled . . . you get the idea. That would just be the recipe for major bacteria growth and foodborne illness, if you ask me. We do tell them, "this is what's for supper and there's no more food until morning," or something along those lines. Or, "this is going in the fridge and if you're hungry before bed, you can have this." But that's as far as it goes.

The whining, actually, permeates all areas of our lives . . . they push, we try to hold the line, they push harder . . . we hold the line. or cave. or compromise. As consistently as we can.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Salmon Loaf?

When he was tiny (we're talking 18 months here), Sam would eat the salmon loaf that I made from my dad's (yes, my dad's) recipe. It's really fantastic stuff. Bake up a potato with it, maybe make some veggies (if the mood and energy are right), and enjoy!

Of course, I haven't even offered it to him since the Great Cereal Jag of 2006. Tonight, I asked if he wanted to help me clean the (canned; we tried fresh and it just wasn't the same, although ordinarily we like our seafood fresh) salmon . . . and he did! Then I thought, he's going to touch this slimy stuff and be grossed out and not eat it. He thought it was slimy but was also into it; he got the skin off and was fascinated about the spine bones (um, would that be vertebrae?).

AND . . . drum roll please . . . he ate it. He declared it was good and delicious and ate all that was on his plate.

Kate ate two bites of potato and said she was finished. We reminded her there was ice cream cake (from Sam's party on Friday) if she ate so she let me feed her the salmon loaf. Not the potato.

I really don't like the feeding her thing (is she being a prima donna? should I insist she feed herself? sometimes she just doesn't eat if I'm not forking it into her mouth). But I do it.

Oh. I have to tell you about the one boy at Sam's party. I thought my children were picky . . .

Well, it wasn't me . . .

Liz ( suggested I join in on Not Me Mondays (started by MckMama ( and she also said she'd show me how to do that fancy trick where you say "If you want to catch up with MckMama, click here" and the word here is a different color and it's the link and you look all tech-savvy and all. I haven't seen her in WEEKS so I'm still copying and pasting links . . . I feel like such a dork.

Or rather, I don't feel like a dork. Not today. I don't do that.

For starters, I didn't start playing around with the background and header on my blog and get frustrated and give up and leave it plain for the last week or so.

I didn't look at my daughter as we're leaving for church and think "she needs something else," go to my scrap table for ribbon, and embellish her. And I didn't think this was such a good idea I've done it twice.

I didn't dress her like this yesterday

because she's just too darn cute and I have fun dressing her up for church. Or Target. Or where ever. [The shirt, sweater, and skirt were all hand-me-downs from my wonderful, stylish, and humble (you had to be there) friend Katey, who in some ways my KateyB is named after. But that's not what this is about.]

I didn't offer my husband glue dots (again from the scrap table) to fix something in his car.

And speaking of him, my husband did not say "that's awesome" when I revealed my craft-bin sorted legos. I didn't actually plan to show it to him, but he was asking for some wheel wells (they have their own compartment).

And I DID NOT prepare this post last night in anticipation of posting as early as possible today . . .

(I'm just going to go ahead and post this now and link up to MckMama later).

Thursday, December 3, 2009


Sam ate, without the slightest complaint, a chicken and broccoli calzone (that he assembled)tonight. Could it be that he's getting it? That he has to eat whether he whines or not? or maybe, as Craig and I discussed . . . he's starting to like a variety of foods?

Is the blog done?

Stay tuned.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

It was just a little fishy . . .

My children were wonderful on Thanksgiving. While waiting for the food, we went around in a circle saying what we were thankful for. As people came to they table, they added what they were thankful for. One of Sam's was "that we are all together this year" (awww . . .) while Kate opened with "food," followed by "cups," then "chairs," and she finished up with "Auntie Reb" (my sister).

Kate was a huge fan of the jellied cranberry sauce. Sam tried some sweet potato fluff but politely declined to eat with "no, thank you." Just taking a bite is big for him! I think he also might have tried the green bean casserole. They both sat so quietly and calmly to eat . . . it was amazing.

I am thankful for my sweet, sweet babies (who are getting bigger by the day).

Monday night I made fish (which was actually a day-long process of trying to think of something that didn't involve chicken [and certainly not turkey], ground beef, or tomato sauce [everything easy I thought of seemed to involve one or more of those things]) and SAM ATE IT. He even declared it "good" and did not need constant reminders to eat. Kate, not so much. I'm still in amazement. Do I DARE say that I (sort of? almost? don't want to fully think it so I'm not jinxing it?) think that maybe something is getting through? That some of the effort we've put in to telling him that what we're serving is what he's going to eat?

Maybe he just thought the fish was good.

My husband was out tonight so I gave them pizza (and vitamins! I have some standards!), which was consumed with no complaints.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Not Me!

I may or may not write about our Thanksgiving. My children were amazingly well behaved (and I am thankful for that!!) and ate, so there's not a whole lot to say there . . .

On to the confessions! See what MckMama is up to here:
I was not the one who bought a plastic bead organizer thing (has multiple little dividers in it) for my sons' legos. And I certainly didn't sort the legos into this bin mere minutes after coming home from the store. I would never engage in such a pointless, OCD activity.
And I didn't use the shop vac on my husband's circular saw, making it the cleanest circular saw in America. I mean, what a waste of time! Who does that kind of thing?
And it wasn't I who broke the 2-week streak of no puking in this house by getting a massive migraine and puking.
I also don't keep track of how long it's been since anyone puked in this house.

Sunday, November 29, 2009


She's my daughter. Everyone from total strangers to my mother say she looks exactly like me (their precise words, all of them, except my mother, who wouldn't know Austin Powers if she tripped over him, are "she's a mini-you").

She eats the icing off her cake first. I mean, only. Forget the cake.

Anyway, I gave her this chocolate chip granola bar from her Halloween stash. She was fairly excited (I mean, it's not like I gave her Skittles or anything. She wasn't that excited). Later, I came over the clean off the table and found this:

Well, not that exactly. I did set up the wrapper to give you an idea of what it was I actually gave her. She picked out all of the chocolate chips, ate them, and left the rest. I don't think I would have done that exactly, but have been known to eat my favorite parts of things and leave the rest.

Yep, a Mini-me.

Saturday, November 21, 2009


Tonight I roasted a chicken (yum!). Sam protested from the time the bird went in the oven that he didn't want chicken. "You don't have a choice," we told him. "Look around. What's this room?"

"The kitchen."

"And where is this kitchen?"

"In our house."

This is our new thing. The kitchen is in our house which means he doesn't get a choice.

We started out with a whine rating of about 9 but by the time the food was on the table he was finished and he ate (and not with the constant "eat, eat" chorus we usually give). I told them this was a practice for Thursday and Nana's - maybe that's why he was in a good mood. He got to point out things Kate was doing that wouldn't be appropriate on Thanksgiving at Nana's.

Kate pounded down the chicken and potatoes.

I guess last night when I was out with my migraine they both ate the leftover broccoli beef stir-fry that Craig heated up for himself - and Sam had absolutely refused to eat it the night before. Go figure.

Not Me Monday

Every once in awhile I check out McMama's blog so thought I'd join in for a Not Me Monday. You can read what she didn't do here. Oh wait, I can't figure out at all how to do that. Try this:

I was not the one who gave her 3-yr-old a bag of cry cereal to eat while she didn't sit with me in bed and watch TV while I did not doze . . . or later, when I did not find crumbs in the bed, get the lint roller to clean them up. And then, I didn't proceed to use the lint roller on other surfaces in the room to dust.

I didn't stay up to midnight to watch Alton Brown make gravy after having a migraine all day and sleeping from 5PM- 9PM while my husband (hereafter referred to at Captain Terrific) fed the children dinner and put them to bed.

I was not the one who protested when my daughter wanted to clean up the My Little Ponies because I hadn't finished combing all of the ponies' hair. For that matter, I wasn't the one who collected clips and elastics for the sole purpose of styling said ponies' hair.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Lunch is the new Witching Hour

Sam attends afternoon kindergarten and has to be there at 12:15. This means I have to feed him lunch at 11:15. Which makes 11 AM the new witching hour at our house (don't worry, we still have the traditional late afternoon/dinner prep witching hour).

This week, waffles moved to the undesireable list. For me, lunch at this time feels like breakfast (or brunch) so I don't mind giving him waffles. Here is a list (by no means comprehensive but it seems once an item is on the list, it stays there) of things he will not eat for lunch:

chicken nuggets
ham & cheese sandwich
peanut butter & jelly sandwich
mac & cheese
grilled cheese
hot dogs

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

A tablespoon is being generous

Taco night. Craig's favorite night. Kate likes them because they have "salad" (lettuce) on them but Sam can't figure out what it is about them he doesn't like. The spiciness? The cheese? The fact that it's food?

So rather than have (another) massive showdown, we tell Sam Skippyjon Jones stopped by and left poquito tacitos for him to eat (this would be unseasoned meat scooped into those little bowl-shaped tortilla chips with cheese on top). He thinks this is funny. And for the most part eats them, with only moderate encouragement from us. And a reduction in consumption expectations from 5 to 3.

Kate sort of eats hers, eats some handfuls of lettuce, and tries to leave. I end up (I know, I know, she's three. Why am I doing this?) feeding her.

The big news of the night being, with no drama and little fuss, both of them consumed meat. Protein. I said to Craig, "they both had about three tablespoons of meat." To which he replied "a tablespoon is being generous." And he's usually the optimistic one.

Whine rating: 2

Monday, November 16, 2009


Big showdown tonight over steak tips. I made the mistake of telling him he could choose plain noodles or the "butter and herb" noodles and then I expanded that to chicken nuggets or the steak. He was immobilized by the choice.

He is not sitting at the table with a plate of maybe 1 tbsp of meat on it that he is refusing to eat. I am blogging this blow by blow because . . . well, I don't really have anywhere to go since I want to stay close and encourage him along.

Kate ate the steak (which by the way is from the butcher, premarinated, and is really good) by the fistful and even at one point directly off the plate. We try to pick our battles. When I said, "Kate, use your fork," and handed it to her, she told me it didn't work.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Another day, another sickie

So, Sam threw up before supper was even out of the oven last night, thus eliminating the need to whine about dinner. Kate ate some without much comment.

Today, Sam was fine. We're pretty sure he had a migraine last night and that's why he yakked.

Kate was fine when she woke up but wilted quickly. She had a slight fever and slept for awhile. Then she woke up, changed her pants (for no real reason, she just does this), came downstairs, and proceeded to throw up all over herself and some on the sofa. She wanted a new shirt but she needed to go in the tub. Then she perked up, painted, played N64 with Sam, and ate with no problems.

Go figure.

We were supposed to have missionaries over for supper but I canceled when Kate's fever started. Sam was disappointed they weren't coming, something I found very cute. Now there's lots and lots of ziti and spaghetti sauce, since we were supposed to be 10 for dinner tonight.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


Ham is an acceptable meat. Chicken, not. Right now there's a Ham Pot Pie with Potato Gratin Crust in the oven. I fully expect Sam to eat it. Or not.

That's the beauty of my children: completely unpredictable.

The last few nights have actually been better. We tell them they have to eat what's in front of them (enormously novel concept in this house; cross-reference Sam's cereal phase) and that's it. They seem to be slowly absorbing this. Last night, Sam ate steak (collective gasp from those who know him. He's never eaten steak). It took some coaxing due to his protestations that it was 'spicy' but he ate it. We also encourage him to take drinks in between bites, as he often holds the offensive food in his mouth while complaining about it.

He did bounce into the kitchen earlier and snatch a snickerdoodle. Not complaints there.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Not much success tonight

Sam was sick yesterday. He perked up around 4 but I didn't want to make him eat what we were eating, which was good because the 'pork chops and country gravy' did not turn out well. Come to think of it, it didn't turn out right last time, either. I know it was good the first few times I made it, so I'm not sure what's going on.

Well, it was bland, tasteless, and dry, so Craig called for a pizza (technically he ordered it online and picked it up). Kate licked up some of the thick "gravy" - the only one with no complaints. Perfect "teachable moment" to discuss with Sam how neither one of us liked what I made and point out how we dealt with it (not fussing, screaming, or crying). We also pointed out that we don't ask him to eat gross things. Craig and I are pretty picky eaters ourselves but our children take it to new levels with chicken and grilled cheese being declared inedible.

Tonight I pulled some lasagna roll-ups from the freezer (difficult to do while again patting myself on the back not only for having stored them there but also for remembering we could have them) and made ravioli for the small ones. This resulted in great distress and mayhem. Kate spent most of supper on the floor crying, until she realized I gave her both juice and water to drink and she could combine them herself. Then she ate her applesauce.

Sam's ravioli were too "mushy" and "wet." He was given the choice to either eat or go to his room. He left the table. Later, when he was hungry, he wailed that the applesauce would be too soft. He didn't believe us when we told him the texture of applesauce was not up for discussion, as it didn't change.

Whine rating: 7

Monday, November 2, 2009

Easy night

One of my favorite tricks is to, instead of putting a casserole into a 9x13 dish (can I just pause to say WHY did my husband leave the room, with the TV on football, with the remote out of reach? He's a great, phenomenal man, but this is a pet peeve of mine. Remote within reach, please.), to split it into 2 8x8 (or whatever I have on hand, since somehow my glass 8x8 has disappeared) and freeze one. Then, a few weeks down the road, I pull it out, heat it up, and pat myself on the back for being so clever.

Oh, but the only edible part of the 'creamy ham casserole' was the ham. Or the noodles. Depending on who you talk to.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Yes, I would like some cheese with that whine.

Lately, most of the whining around here has been done by me re: my ipod that I had to "reset" to factory settings and now am reloading all the music.

Last night Kate gobbled down the "country steak with gravy" (or whatever it was called) and then asked for more. Sam ate several bites with minimal coaxing then said it was making his mouth hot. Which it does.

Whine rating: 3

Tonight, we employed the old technique of feeding the children what they like, putting Kate to bed and having Sam play in his room, and eating our maple-teriyaki salmon and rice pilaf in peace.

Whine rating: 7, but mostly having to do with bedtime.

My usual goal in regards to the kitchen is to get it cleaned up so I can go scrap. Here are some recent completions:

This I whipped up pretty quickly tonight - obviously, 8x10s take up most of the page. This is Sam's school pic from last year and the story of how the first one got burnt and I had to get a second one. Also how he didn't know any names of the kids in his class other than the boys he played with, something that still cracks me up.

This shot is from The Picture People. The half circle is hand-stitched - my first time trying that.

And a layout from Kate's third birthday.

Just remembered! Have a pie crust to make.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Not (much) today . . .

Bananas are back in favor and being consumed fairly regularly. Grilled cheese is still out for Sam. Big cake covered with candy corn and orange sugar, in. It wasn't quite what I envisioned, but they had a blast decorating it. Now, if only I had some pretzel sticks with which to scoop up the remaining icing . . .

For Papa's birthday we went to GG's and had pizza and the cake. As you can imagine, no whining about the food. I put forth extra effort during the day to make sure they ate a healthy variety so I wouldn't have to hound them at the party (if I can just pat myself on the back a little).

Monday, October 26, 2009

Jell-O doesn't go in the freezer

All was going well with dinner prep until Sam came into the kitchen and said he was hungry. I guess he thought I would hand over some candy. Instead, I had the great idea to offer him an appetizer (I can't send him away if he says he's hungry, even if suppertime is 10 minutes and counting), the selections being healthy things that could be part of dinner anyway. This caused a meltdown triggered by the thought that he might eat too much at dinner and be too full for candy afterwards. When I explained that sometimes I wait awhile after eating to have my dessert, it got worse. Then Kate appeared, asking for candy. I suggested they go to the dining room and wait for their waitress.

They get a big kick out of it when I pretend it's a restaurant and I'm the waitress. I brought out their appetizer on a tray.

For awhile, "noo-noos with butter" ("noo-noos" being "noodles") was the fall back dinner for the kiddos, something we were sure they'd eat no matter what we were having. For a long time now, it's only been an option if we are having noodles with our meal, such as pasta with meat sauce (the house special). Sam has always disliked red sauce so we figured, why force it?

Tonight's offering was Pesto Chicken with Penne. So they got noo-noos with butter, some chicken with no pesto, and a sprinkling of parmesan cheese (they like to sprinkle it themselves). Kate, with much encouragement, cleared her plate. Apparently the chicken was too hard for Sam to chew, but he managed to choke down his noodles. Then he chose Skittles. Chicken is too hard to chew, but apparently Skittles are not.

And the jell-o? Kate wanted it when she saw it at the grocery store and then talked about it all day. I didn't make it until after 4 so got the great idea to put it in the freezer while we ate. It was in just a wee bit too long . . . had ice crystals on the top and the edges were a little, um, crusty. She ate part of it anyway.

Whine rating: 2
So this is the rundown from the weekend:

Friday, homemade clam chowder. Initially Sam didn't want to eat it; I think it wasn't enough like Ted's for him. Kate didn't eat it at all. Craig loves this and likes to help make it, too. Both kids ate large quantities of corn bread.

Saturday we had enchilada casserole which neither child ate.

Sunday we went to Joey's Diner and . . . niether child ate. I had a Monte Cristo, a sandwhich I love but Craig won't eat due to his french toast aversion.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

I didn't start out this way.

I always said I wouldn't make two meals when I had children. One for the adults and one for the child. Then I had my baby and then he started eating solids. I fed him jarred baby food longer than was really necessary. Then I fed him mac & cheese because it was easy and he'd eat it. Then it was cereal. "Better than M&Ms and orange soda," I told myself.

So now, for the past few months, I've been trying really hard to feed them real food, with mixed results and lots of whine.