Aug. 10, 2009 - Zen and the Art of Feeding My Children
Note I say, "MY" children, in the title of this post. Not your kids, not your sister's kids, but these ones are mine, all mine. And sometimes I wonder how they survive from day to day, eating such a strange little diet!
I chalk it up not to poor parenting or laxness of offering healthy things. If there is one area I've grown in the last 2 years or so, it is offering healthy stuff to nosh. They just wait, biding their time, like a camel crossing the desert, for hotdogs.
Oh well.
They are off the charts in weight, height, and general smarty-pants-ed-ness, so I just sit, laugh, continue to saute kale and chard, and know that some day they'll thank me for it.
Until then, I have amassed the following Zen-like riddles which you are free to ponder at your leisure.
No matter how much cereal you put in Baz's bowl, he will only eat half of it.
Green foods are not to be eaten, but pushed and mushed around a plate until you can be excused.
Whatever mom offers for breakfast, the answer is, "toast", even if it was not offered. This goes double for if there is no bread left.
When you can pull out the heavy gallon of milk from the fridge yourself and ask for a 'drink of Gik', you drink the whole cup.
When your parents put a child-proof lock on the fridge, and offer you two generous glasses a day, you take a sip and spit it out, and pour the rest on the carpet.
Net loss to family is still one gallon of milk a day.
Pizza or chicken nuggets are acceptable lovely foods only when we don't have friends over for dinner.
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Aug. 10, 2009 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Anonymous
Thanks for sharing. I like the one about Baz's bowl best :)
Aug. 11, 2009 - food
Posted by Suzie
oooo, the milk got me. Milk is an expensive commodity out here.
I'm not very lenient when it comes to food. I've been known to cover a child's plate w/ saran & save it for breakfast or whenever the next meal/snack occurs. Can't move on to a new dish of food til the one you were given is gone. Probably sounds harsh, but we do allow them to pick out (or sometimes share with dad or siblings) pieces they don't like ... shrimp, olives, peppers.
Zeke is my pickiest eater, but even he is pretty good, all things considered. At least I don't have to deal with food allergies & such.
Cool post.
