My kids have become picky eaters. I don’t really know when it happened. Aiden used to love vegetables so much that he surprised my friends one night when he asked for a salad. My friends were watching him for the evening and had made tacos for dinner. What two year old asks for salad??
One of Dallin’s favorite first foods what broccoli and beef with steamed rice. Those were not really fun diapers to change, but he loved that broccoli! Now, however, I’m happy if he eats one actual meal a day. He’ll eat some snacks (and I try to keep out the really bad junk… but it’s also just easy to give him a package of fruit snacks), he’ll drink just about anything I give him, but he really won’t eat.
Since I wanted to eat more healthily, I thought I did well Saturday night with dinner: Grilled salmon fillets, steamed veggies, steamed white rice (I can’t bring myself to do brown yet. Sorry). Ches hates fish, so I grilled a chicken breast on the George Foreman grill for him.
Right as we were about to eat, the doorbell rang. My neighbor had come over to practice with me as we were playing a special musical number in church the very next day. I was kind of surprised to see her two kids with her, but I welcomed them all in. Now, her kids aren’t exactly “normal” kids. They have behavior problems. They are overweight. The boy has just been diagnosed with learning disabilities and a slight case of Asperger’s and was switched to new classes where he receives a lot more attention. He is a 6th grader. The girl is in elementary school. I don’t know if she has any learning disabilities or anything at this point.
Well, her kids immediately set out to play with mine. Fine. Except they hadn’t eaten yet. Needless to say, my kids were so busy showing off, being loud, and running around that they really dind’t get anything eaten until I was done practicing with my neighbor. She took her kids and left, which brought the decible level in my house down considerably. Ches and I rounded up our kids to try eating dinner again (with me this time), and I was all set to be proud of the boys because I could see they had eaten the salmon off their plate.
Not so. The kids didn’t touch their plates. Ches of course didn’t touch the salmon. I was practicing. Who does that leave??? Hmmmm…. That’s weird.
(EDIT – I forgot to mention this paragraph, so I’m adding it in now. Which is okay because I don’t think anyone has read this post yet anyway…) In church on Sunday morning, we ended up sitting in the same pew as this family. The boy switched seats so he could sit by Aiden (which did not please me as I was working hard to get him to stay reverent and he did not need the distraction of the boy), and as Aiden was eating some fruit snacks and a granola bar, this boy was trying to be subtle and asking him for some of his food. I had to tell the boy “no” at one point because I only bring a few snacks and they have to last all three of my boys for all of church. I don’t mind sharing with other babies in Sunday School because by then my two older boys are in their own classes and the other babies’ moms usually share snacks with Parker, too. But I didn’t like this 12 year old begging snacks off my 5 year old.
Last night my neighbor called to ask me if they could drop off her daughter this morning for school as the mom had to go sub at 7 am and the dad had to leave for work by 7:30 am and school doesn’t start until 8:20. I’ve given the girl lots of rides, so I said “Sure, no problem.”
7:30 came, and so did the girl. Aiden and Dallin were just starting breakfast. As they finished up and Aiden went to get dressed, the girl said to me, “I’m hungry.” Several times she said that. Now what am I supposed to do, I thought. We don’t have any money and I’m being stingy with food so we can make whatever we have work and this kid wants to eat??
I asked the girl if she had breakfast, thinking the answer was yes so I could tell her, “suck it up!”, however she said no, her dad woke her up, got her dressed, and brought her over. Hmmmmm… weird. So I fed her breakfast.
This is kind of bothering me. I mean, who goes to someone else’s house and eats off the KIDS plates?? Who sends their daughter off to someone else’s house to go to school without getting her totally ready (which means EATING breakfast)?? And when did it become part of my job description to take things away from my own strugling family just to help out another family??? It’s just food, but it’s getting to me.
I don’t know. What do you think?