This is a continuation of the e-mail I sent my mother-in-law in preparation for our whirlwind tour of Ohio last week. By the way. Note the absence of a photo in yesterday’s post. I forgot the camera.
Spring Break Shuffle II (Feeding the Troops)
Foods-my-kids-may-eat-depending-upon-the-alignment-of-the-stars. (This is a list to give you ideas – not a comprehensive collection of things I think you should buy for a very short visit!)
Caroline has been eating salads if we let her dump on tons of dressing, cheese, and bacon bits. (She likes it even better if it’s a steak salad.) But by “eating” I mean, “stabbing with a fork while looking skeptical, then chewing several dainty bites to be polite”.… Read the rest
It was a Starbucks kind of morning. I woke up to the sound of my kids yelling at each other, which meant that
1) They had been up before us long enough to get into a squabble (which even for them takes a few minutes) and
2) There was likely something wrong out in the rest of the house.
Oh baby. Little did I know. I popped out the retainer that keeps my bottom teeth from overlapping, pulled on some pants and lumbered out of the bedroom. For the next full minute, all I could say was “Oh my God”. Over and over again.… Read the rest
Caroline is a world class picky eater. Food is more about texture and temperature for her, and if an item upsets her sense of either, she’ll vomit. Too hot? Instant gag. Too meaty? Immediate puking. So we only introduce new foods with extreme caution and feel elated when she sticks to something easy for awhile.
It’s not like she’s the only picky kid on the planet. Or like Scott or I either one was exactly open minded about foods in our own childhoods. But, as with everything, Caroline has her own sense of how to do things right, and the list of things she won’t eat far outstrips the list of things she’ll even consider edible. … Read the rest