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whacky foods and bad parenting…


Ah humble beginnings.  The boy at one time wanted us to write a blog together named “Whacky Food groups” so we could list recipes of foods he thought were good.  Every now and again, when he stumbled upon something he liked he would announce, “Mom, add this to our whacky food group so we know how to make it again.”  If I remember correctly, I initiated a blog and then promptly forgot my user name–never to be seen again. Who knows, someday I’ll google whacky food groups and find some not so good tasting recipes-except in the eyes of a young boy.

November 24, 2002: Our quest for the boy to eat real food has taken another step forward. Tonight he ate (begrudgingly) pizza. Shortly thereafter he also wanted a slice of peanut butter toast–to “wash out that pizza flavor”.  Well one small step… Yesterday I came home with a box of clementines and he asked, “Mom are those oranges?” I explained what they were and he repeated their name “Cle-men-tines. Can I taste them?  Umm, they are yummy!” He proceeded to steal a couple slices out of my hand. We are trying to get him to eat peaches and apple sauce with his meals again. The other day he told me that peaches were once again his favorite. Evidently he had forgotten for about a year.

Funny how times change.  Where the boy needed to cleanse his pallet with peanut butter, today he’s more likely to eat a full pizza on his own and then follow with a peanut butter toast chaser–just because he can. I’m often surprised when he finishes dinner and a half an hour later complains that he’s starving. “You’re not starving, you just ate” I tell him.  “Mom that was like a half an hour ago…” as if thirty minutes is enough time to”starve-to-death”. “How about you eat an apple, an orange, a clementine, a banana?” I offer.  On average he’ll settle for the apple–which is accompanied by of 2-3 large glasses of milk. Talk about a whacky food grouping…

For the first two years of the boy’s existence away from baby food and bottles, the only thing that kid would eat were Tyson chicken nuggets. On occasion he would try hot dogs (winner), bologna and cheese sandwiches (not a winner) or spaghetti (a winner at first, then spent the night throwing up-he wouldn’t even try to eat it again for two years). I made the mistake of telling a friend, in front of the boy (doh!) that he didn’t like his food touching one another.  Talk about a dumb move. From then on soup of any kind was off the menu.

The worst experience I ever had getting him to eat was when he was really quite sick and needed to take some medication. He refused. No matter what I tried-emotional black mail-“I’m going to give pooh bear to some other boy who does what his parents ask of him!” or better food… I sprinkled the meds and mixed them into ice cream and declared “Ice cream for breakfast!” only to watch him throw the bowl onto the floor. At one point I even tied him to his high chair so he couldn’t leave the kitchen. Come hell or high water he was taking this medication. Exhausted I called my mother and cried, “He won’t take his medication. I’ve tried everything”. “Leave the room.” she said. “What?” “Leave him alone in the room. He won’t like it and will agree to take the medication.”  “Mom, no way…that won’t work” I replied, upset at her seemingly mundane response to my horrid problem. “Well nothing else you’ve tried has worked.  Why not give this a shot-what do you have to lose?”

Unhappy, I walked out of the kitchen and closed the door behind me and then stood there listening-through the door. The boy became quiet for a few minutes before he realized I wasn’t coming back in.  “MOMMY, MOMMY PLEASE COME BACK!!” he cried. I opened the door and said, “Not if you won’t take your medication” and closed the door again. “MOMMY I SORRY, PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!!” he cried. I came back, offered him the medication and he drank it down without further complaint. I was shocked, upset, happy and mad all at the same time.

Its very difficult calling your mother to tell her she was right!

But, Thank GOD she was.



Go figure, she might be different…


As you will read, the doll was a very determined child.  When she wanted something, she went after it, regardless what apple cart she may upset along the way…

June 30, 2003 “The doll has decided she wants to rule the household. The best way to do that? Turn off the TV.  The switch is wearing thin. Any time she wants to leave, she’ll grab her shoes, turn off the TV and head toward the front door. I remember the boy trying to  open the front door when he wanted out. But to turn off the TV?  That’s sacrilege! She complains bitterly when you turn the TV back on. (When) We’ll lightly slap her hand and say “No”, you would have thought we just stabbed her. She is so insulted. How dare you say “NO” to her? She has been trying to unlock the doors as well, but we double latched and put the dead bolt on the front door.  There are too many doors to go through to get out (into) the back, she hasn’t tried…yet, but since her dad enclosed our breeze way, we’ve stored her stroller out there.  She knows its there too.  Every time we open the door to throw anything away, guess who’s standing behind us ready to go.”

Boy have times changed….or have they?  When I happened upon this letter I laughed.  Today the doll gets mad when we declare the TV is off for the night. “But, I finished my homework and did my chores.  Where’s my reward?” She’ll complain.  I always smile back at her and say, “In a good book”.  Which prompts her to lower her shoulders and declare, “That’s not fair mom!”

When it comes to the doll a few things are hard and true.  If you’re looking for the television remote controller, you have to think like the doll–because she’s usually hidden it. Several times we’ve found the darn thing hidden in her bedroom, or strategically hidden under a pillow that she was resting against a few minutes prior.  The television has become her domain–especially all those horrid Disney Channel TV shows.  “Mom make her stop, please!” the boy implores.  He would rather watch something “educational” from  Discovery or History Channels–though lately he’s been stuck on television crime dramas–NCIS in particular. Needless to say we’ve been enjoying quiet TV-less evenings more so of late.

As for her wanting to get out and move….?  She still does, but in smaller doses.   She’s been fortunate this year to branch out and play with a few other girls from her class; one in particular who lives close by.  With the absence of dance this Spring, her relationship with classmates has become more important to her than ever before.  Last Saturday, she and her friend Felicia tried to overpower and convince Dad to allow a sleep over to happen that night.  But he reminded the girls Felicia was already spending the night the following weekend.  Together they worked on a rebuttal but dad said no.  “Mom, we tried to convince him…” the doll said with a laugh, “…but apparently not very well.”  “I could hear them practicing their lines from the kitchen….” Dad said with a smirk.

Yesterday the hub asked, “Are you going to be okay with the girls Friday night?”  Giving him a curious look I asked, “Why? Where are you going to be?”  Smiling he replied, “The boy and I are spending the night at my mothers…”  Looking at him again, my eyes narrowed as I said the most pure, true thought that came into my head…”Cowards!”  To which he replied…”Damn right!”