Being a parent is hard, mainly because you never know what to expect from your kids. Just when you think you've got it all figured out, they change things up on you. Take last night for example . . .
Anson doesn't eat vegetables. He just doesn't. Lately we've been sort of forcing him to eat a bite--I mean, one little bite--at most dinners. We use the dessert-bribing technique. I'm not proud of that, or even totally in favor of it, but that's what we've resorted to. Maybe we're bad parents. I blame it mostly on Garrett.
Anson's gotten a bit better with the torture lately, but just the other day he gagged and kind of threw up a bite of salad, then bawled the next day over 1 bite of a carrot, smothered in ranch. Some days he just makes faces. It all depends on the mood.
Last night I made a totally kid-friendly meal, something I don't do often. Not that I'm against kid food, but I don't make it a point to make things that I know the kids will eat because I want them to learn to eat whatever I make. But last night I was felt like making something I knew they'd eat. So I made homemade fish sticks, oven fries, and carrots with ranch. Can't get much more kid-friendly than that. I put one carrot on Anson's plate, hoping it wouldn't ruin the whole meal. (There are nights when he won't eat things that he does like just because there is something he doesn't like, ie. vegetables, on his plate.) He ate a couple of bites of fries and fish sticks, but they were too hot, so I suggested he eat his carrot while they cooled off. He resisted for a minute, then decided to have a bite. Next thing I know, he's finished it and asks for another one! Long story short (well, kind of short) he ended up not eating anything but carrots. He must have eaten 8 or 10 baby carrots. He kept saying, "These carrots are good--and crunchy!" I hardly wanted to say anything for fear I would jinx it!
So this isn't one of those times that the mind-changing habits of the toddler/preschool child drive you crazy, but it's just hard to know what they're going to do/like/not like next! But it does make parenting an adventure--and that's why we all got into this in the first place, right?
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One evening, a few days after a particularly brutal battle with the kids to eat their potatoes, Tracy served them what she called, "potays", which of course were just potatoes with a made up name. And the kids loved them. We NEVER have potatoes anymore, but often have "potays". Go figure.
Hope you're enjoying your new home. My parents mentioned that they miss having your family in the ward.
Way to go Anson! Sorry about the ghostes. It could be scooby-doo. Aidan used to cry that there were spiders in his room. Ryan figured out it was the alien space ships from Chicken Little. Good luck with that. I like the story about Lola, that is hilarious!
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