What Happened to My Healthy Eater?

Oct 24, 2014 by

I thought I was one of the lucky ones.  After the picky toddler stage, my son had turned into a really good eater.  He would gobble up fruit at breakfast, at snack time he would enjoy and apple or banana while other kids were eating chips or gummy fruit snacks, and after dinner he would clean his plate of broccoli, cauliflower, or carrots.  He even liked asparagus. We had one rule about food – just try one bite, if you don’t like it, you can spit it out.  Food rarely was spit out.

I would listen to my friends talk about their kids who wouldn’t touch anything that wasn’t a chicken nugget or mac ‘n cheese and wipe my brow as if I had dodged a bullet.  Last year, in 5th grade health class, the children studied the benefits of healthy eating and after school he would come home looking for carrot or celery sticks to dip into white bean hummus, or organic peanut butter to slather on whole wheat toast.  When he told me that he was one of the only kids who would eat the salad in the school lunch I beamed with delight.  Ok, I admit it. I was a teeny bit smug.

Learning to Juggle

Sep 9, 2014 by

Remember those days when an alarm clock woke you up and you had that delicious option of pressing “snooze”? Yeah, I don’t remember either. Today, my day started at 3:26am (is that even considered morning?) with a crying infant who lost his pacifier. After plugging him back up I went back to bed and as soon as I drifted off……”MOMMY!!!! I want to sleep in YOUR bed! There are no monsters in YOUR bed!” My bed is invaded by a 3 year old little person, who, by the way, sleeps perpendicular to me, with his feet in my rib cage. Edging over to the very last 6 inches of bed space, I try and catch a few more precious minutes of sleep when I suddenly remember I have to bring formula to Daycare (how could I forget that?!) It’s ok, I’ll just pick it up on the way there, which means I have to leave about 7 minutes earlier. I can do that. Oh but wait! I need to get gas too….ok, add another 6 minutes….zzzz…

Reasons Our Kids Cry

Aug 27, 2014 by

About a year ago, my son (2 years old at the time) had a full blown tantrum because he had applesauce on his fingers. I thought this was so absurd that I had to take a picture of it, and to this day, it still makes me chuckle. Apparently I was not alone in finding this type of situation comical. There are multiple websites (and even a book) featuring devastated-looking children freaking out for ridiculous reasons.  Don’t get me wrong, I do not find it funny when my children are sad; I do not stick a camera in their face when they get hurt. HOWEVER, when my 3 year old throws a fit because I told him that no, he cannot put chocolate chips in my salad, I can’t help but find it amusing. And I think we’ve all had that moment in the grocery store when our child is screaming for Sponge Bob fruit snacks and we feel like yelling “Hey!  Fellow shoppers!  My kid is not really a spoiled brat, I swear!”

He’s Doing His Job…And I’m Doing Mine

Aug 22, 2014 by

I thought that after the toddler stages, parenting would get easier – less “hands-on.” And it did…for awhile.  But parenting an adolescent is tough work. Although I don’t have to remind him not to run in a parking lot, I still need to be aware of what’s happening in his world and be there to listen, offer suggestions (not always solutions), and empathize.

This summer we had our share of growing pains.  We’re working on drawing that fine line between nagging and reminding. To which I usually receive an exasperated, “I know!!” (Enter logic: If you knew, why didn’t you do it?). We bicker more. He talks back.  He has an attitude.  It’s not even conscious. It’s almost like there’s an internal energy that’s pushing back – rebelling.  I remind him that it’s not acceptable to speak to me disrespectfully.  He apologizes.

World Problems Solved By My Three Year Old

Aug 19, 2014 by

Race Relations

 As a working mom of two young kids, admittedly I don’t have much time to keep up with world events. My daily news intake consists mostly of the local weather forecast and traffic updates. So when I saw the headline flash across my TV that the Governor of Missouri had declared a state of emergency, I was curious. What happened in Missouri? Some kind of weather disaster? Nope. A teenager was killed by a police officer. No – let me rephrase that – a black teenager was killed by a white police officer. Wait – what the heck does skin color have to do with that story? Apparently a lot. Enough to cause violent riots throughout the state.

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