Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Mooched Mommy Idea #14

Toddlers and food will inspire even the strongest mother to break into the liquor cabinet.

Getting our little blessings to eat is hard. Getting them to eat healthy is a whole different level of hard. I hear, and say, these things all the time:

"All he'll eat is chicken nuggets."

"All he wants is ranch dressing and cookies."

"He needs CALORIES!"

"He'll eat once I bribe him!"

"Why does he love something one day and hate it the next?"

"It's so discouraging to cook 3 meals a day and all he wants is peanut butter."

When my son is particularly difficult, I like to fantasize about the day when he will be old enough to cook a meal, in which I will spit out said meal and say, "I DON'T WIIIIIIKE IT!!!" And then I will request fruit snacks and jelly beans for dinner.

It helps me cope.

My mommy friend, Carolyn, discovered that her toddler ate better when she could walk and eat. I've been trying it, and it works! There has been less pleading and frustration on our part, and he eats better. We still have our basic dinner rules:

1. No yelling, fits or spitting at the table.
2. No treats if dinner is not eaten.
3. I will only make him a special meal if what I cooked is too spicy or ethnic.

Other than that, I'm open to suggestions. I'll try every one. And, so far, the "walking around and eating plan" seems to be working. I'll care about the importance of eating at the dinner table another day.

Suprisingly, getting him to eat cheesecake is not a challenge....

Sunday, December 5, 2010


Well, howdy! I've been a bad blogger. Very, very bad blogger. Wedding season and campaign season collided at the same time...and I think we're still recovering.

To add to it, we decided to enroll in Dave Ramsey classes, sell our house, move to Oklahoma City, change jobs and, um....move in with my DAD. You know, cause it's cool to move in with your Dad when you're 32. Clearly.

I think it's going to be fun, though. And, since we're married and all, maybe my Dad won't make my husband leave the house by 11. I hope.

Anywhoo, it's just until our house sells or one of us goes crazy.

This is a pictorial representation of my feelings about all of the changes:

You're welcome.