Category Archives: picky eater

With a Side of Sit Up Straight

I used to have one of those ubiquitous “Keep Calm and Carry On” posters above my stove, which came in handy whenever I had a kitchen fire or more than two burners going at once. But the poster had been hanging there for so long that instead of keeping calm and carrying on, I found myself looking right past it and freaking out.

I made myself a new poster, inspired by Pinterest. But this one is more for the kids:

It’s 8×10, comes in five colors, and you can download it for free from my Flickr account here.

Happy weekend!

 

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You Got to Love Your Chicken*

My four-year-old’s sources of protein have traditionally been milk, cheese, hot dogs, peanut butter, and chicken. There was one time in 2009 when I tricked him into eating a hamburger, but that window slammed shut as soon as it had opened. The P-Dawg and I lovingly joke (but not in a “ha ha” way) about Jonas’ List of Palatable Foods, which tend to be beige and come out of a box. He calls them “Kid Foods.”

Jonas does not get “kid food” every day, and on those occasions when he is forced to consume what the rest of the family is eating, there is much gnashing of teeth and renting of garments. ‘Cause I ain’t gone be fixin’ that fool child no individual dinners.**

Well, except yesterday, when I took pity and prepared him some grain fed nuggets.

And HE said:

“Mama, I no want deez chickkin nuggits. I takin’ dem offa da list.”

“What? You’re taking chickkin nuggits off the list? WHY?” I whined, because this left us with little more than waffles, ice cream, and mac-n-cheese.

“I’m scared of dem.”

“You’re scared of chicken nuggets???” I was incredulous. “Why?” I asked, resisting the temptation to flap my arms wildly and make clucking noises.

“Because!” the V-meister chimed in with unrestrained excitement, “IT’S LIKE EATING A DEAD ANIMAL!”

The P-Dawg paused with his drumstick in mid-air while I picked some meat out of my teeth. How could we argue with that kind of logic?

“No it’s not.” I said.

“Right, not really,” offered the P-Dawg. “Anymore.”

“I love my chicken, you got to love your chicken” I suggested.

“No!” said Jonas. “I take it offa da list!”

Now I have a miniature vegematarian on my hands.

He’s smarter than I was at four years old, I’ll give him that.

 

* With apologies to the chicken song guy on YouTube.

**Can you tell I’m reading “The Help”?

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How To Achieve Peace at the Dinner Table

Every year I tell myself I will not get stressed out at Christmas, but then all the little obligations and responsibilities start to add up and it becomes harder and harder to feel peaceful and to prepare in the way that I’d like to from a spiritual point of view.

At Montessori school, the kids make an Advent wreath every year, but we always forget to light it during the chaos that is our dinner hour here at Chateau Rama. Last night we finally remembered. As Jonas’ insistence, the lights were dimmed and the first two candles (there are four – one for each week of Advent) were lit. After rummaging around in Jonas’ backpack, I found the lyrics for the Advent song they sing at school and asked Jonas to start us off with the melody.

He declined.

So the P-Dawg and I made up our own tune and sang it together, at the conclusion of which the children jumped to correct our rhythm and intonation.  But they were pleased as punch, and a strange thing happened.

They proceeded to eat their dinners peacefully, by the glow of candlelight.

Nobody complained that anyone was looking/sitting too close to/touching her.

Nobody crammed his peas through his drinking straw or put them in any orifice other than his mouth.

Nobody spun around in or fell off of his seat.

Nobody complained about the food.

Nobody said, “I can’t take it anymore! Why can’t we for once have a normal meal like a normal family?”

Nobody got sent to their room until they stopped crying.

Nobody was denied their dessert.

. . . And peace reigned on earth.

If you celebrate Christmas, I highly recommend making yourself an Advent wreath and lighting it at dinner time. It was a really nice evening around these parts last night, with the kind of vibe I always aim for at Christmastime.

Here are the words to the chorus of the Advent Wreath song:

Candle, candle, burning bright,
Shining in the cold winter night.
Candle, candle burning bright,
Fill our hearts with Christ the Light.

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The Operation Has Been Totally Compromised

I found the V-meister engrossed in this book yesterday:

It’s Deceptively Delicious by Jessica Seinfeld. You know, the one where you trick kids into eating healthy by pureeing the daylights out of vegetables and hiding them in more palatable fare?

(Probably ain’t gonna happen.)

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Vocabulary Lesson

As my son was staring out the car window en route home from a weekend road trip, something magical caught his eye:

Son: “Mama! I see a MackDONALD ovah dare! Right dare I see a MackDONALD!”

P-Dawg, feigning blindness: “I don’t see a McDonald’s, do you, Rima?”

Rimarama: “What is McDonald’s?”

Daughter, clutching her stomach and moaning: “I’m soooo hungry! Can we go to McDonald’s, Mama? Puh-leeeeeeeeze? I think McDonald’s would make my tummy happy. Because my tummy is very sad.”

Rimarama, sighing dramatically: “Don’t you guys remember what Daddy and I were just discussing? We are not going to eat at McDonald’s today. It is not healthy. We are going home for lunch, and then we are going to visit some schools, capische?”

Daughter, resigned: “Cupeesh, Mama.” Then, turning to her brother, “We can’t go to McDonald’s, J, because Mama and Daddy were disgusting, and they said, ‘No’.”


(Note: This picture is from a previous road trip – they did NOT get to go!)

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