I wish I got as excited about anything as much as my daughters get excited about the declaration of movie night in our house. Now keep in mind at 6 and 2 years old they are not exactly film buffs but they are seasoned connoisseur of another component of movie night; snacks. Specifically popcorn. My kids will devour popcorn and for the toddler, it is the main attraction of movie night.
We are at a fun place right now when it comes to entertainment selections because the little one is old enough to follow along and enjoy a show or movie as long as it is on her level (mostly Caillou) and my older daughter is at the age where she feels like she needs to distance herself as far away as possible from any show or movie that she deems: for babies. They are both aware of the others disdain for certain shows and have become quite the little antagonists.
That is where the movie snacks come in. They are the common denominator and unite them even when their movie choices differ. It is fun to watch them get so excited over something so small and though the snacks may not be the healthiest thing, the laughter and fun are things that are definitely good for them.
One of my favorite things about being a parent is that no matter what happens, you are always a pallet on the floor or a tent in the living room away from being a hero.
That is pretty sweet.
How ‘Bout a Bowl of Disappointment?
My kid’s favorite thing to eat for breakfast on Saturday morning is whatever we are not having. Seriously, the preparation of meals in our house has to be one of the most futile activities we take part in.
We are always trying to find balance between, “you can’t get up until you finish eating” and “just give her an apple sauce squeezy so she at least eats something and shuts her cry-hole.”
Sometimes I feel like it would be faster to just pinch her so she starts crying, toss a plate of food in the garbage, and squirt ketchup on the dog. Might as well at least make the ordeal only last a minute instead of 15. It is important to us that they learn about different foods and don’t live on chicken nuggets and yogurt for the next few years. We are finally getting better at utensils and manners but unfortunately, ours was part of the new generation that figures out how to work the settings on an ipad before using a spoon correctly.
We won’t give up and not every meal time is a bad one. There are often times though, that I feel like the toddler should just tell the truth, “watching you clean up after dinner and scrape my hardly touched plate into the garbage is exhausting. I want a snack!”
When you spend the time to create a good dinner for your family and it instantly becomes a plate of disappointment when set in front of your toddler, it is totally weak.
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Well, At Least She is Eating
I wonder how much it would cost to get a drain installed in our kitchen floor? I could probably justify a couple of benefits of having one but the primary reason is that more often than not, our little one needs to be hosed off before leaving the table after a meal. She is learning to use utensils and it is great to hear her gurgle out an “I got it!” as she bites down on a fork load of food. Let’s be honest though, she might as well be eating soup with a slotted spoon. Last night we had spaghetti and we are perfectly content with robbing our second of the cute picture of spaghetti all over her head and face. We let it happen with our first and there are just some things that you learn from aren’t worth repeating.
She was bibbed up and things started well as she managed to keep some cut up noodles on her spoon. Flash to 15 seconds later and she is downing sauced up pasta by the handful. The horror recedes from her mother’s eyes as we both realize that she is in fact eating and we know that utensils and cleanup are only battles but nourishment is the war. We try to help a bit but accept the mess she is making. That is, until our united family front begins to crack in weakness. Our well-behaved 5-year-old makes the mistake of laughing at the little one and one little chuckle is all the encouragement our little ham needs before she attempts her best spaghetti juggling routine and delights in the laughter of her sibling. Before long she has her parents laughing as well and she is relishing her role as the star of the show. We manage to get a few more bites down her hatch between giggles and then flip a coin to see who gets bath duty and who gets to clean up the dinner massacre.
I got kitchen cleanup and asked myself what CSI’s David Caruso would do? After taking my sunglasses on and off a few times and squinting my eyes to survey the damage I went to work. A roll of paper towels later we were finished and our freshly bathed kids still had a case of the giggles. It may have been an epic mess but at least she was eating and even if you have to navigate nostril peas and hair dipped in yogurt, knowing your kid is fed is sweet.
My Greatest Fear Has Become the Rogue Sippy Cup
Is there anything worse? You find a sippy-cup under the couch or behind the toy-box and your prayer begins. Dear Heavenly Father, please show me your grace and mercy and let this cup be full of water, and if it has to be full of milk, please give me a sign so I can throw it away when my wife isn’t looking so I don’t have to wash a white festering clump of rot out of this thing. In Jesus name, amen. You may start and end your prayer differently or address it to someone or something else but there is no mistake that in that moment we all hope for some kind of divine intervention. You try to remember the last time you saw the cup in the active rotation and what was in it but it is no use, the princesses and the Dora’s and Minnie Mouse’s all run together you don’t have a clue. You walk to the sink and play a version of parenthood roulette as you twist open the lid and pray for the best.
I used to think that finding a forgotten sippy-cup was the worst thing possible, until last week when our little one upped the ante of horror and disgust. She walked into the living room holding a sippy-cup that neither of us had just given to her. My wife and I exchanged glances and like a scene from a movie both lunged as the word NOOOOOOOOOOOO bellowed out of each of us. Diving to save our little one, I batted the cup from her hand but it was too late. The sip of septic gross combined with the scare of having her dad punch a cup millimeters away from her face may very well result in a hefty therapy bill one day. Not sure if this one had juice of milk in it but the sour odor was already escaping the nozzle and the fruit flies swarming around it made the decision to throw it away an easy one. Contrary to any opinions that may be forming, we are not unfit parents and go through lots of wipes and elbow grease trying to maintain a suitable living environment for our little mess machines. Cleaning a house with little kids in it is like tossing buckets of water over the side of a sinking boat. No matter how fast you go or how much headway you make, you are still taking on water. Most messes are all in a day’s work and just part of the gig but the rogue sippy-cup is totally weak.
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