Archive: January, 2009
But there is one department of parenting I have yet to master, and that is getting my son to eat. Don’t get me wrong, I mean he is a healthy boy. He is in the 50th percentile of height and weight, and his pediatrician says he is perfectly normal.
However, his normal diet consists of about five foods. For meals, my son will eat peanut butter and jelly, grilled cheese, chicken nuggets, pizza or meatballs. And, the chicken and meatballs are new additions of the last few months. Up until then, we thought he was a self-proclaimed vegetarian (even though is father and I are no where near vegetarian ourselves).
We’ve asked doctors, other parents, friends, family, read tips online, listened to radio shows … nothing we’ve been told to try has worked. And, we’ve really tried it all.
What is strange, in my opinion, is that up until about 18 months, he would eat nearly anything. At a younger age, my son at full-sized pork chops, a cut up hamburger, vegetables, well basically anything we put on his high chair tray.
Now, my daughter is nearly a year old, and we are desperately trying to break our son’s habits before she catches on and develops the same. My daughter, much like my son at the same age, eats any and everything we let her. I don’t want, in a year from now, for us to be having the same battles with her as we do with him. (Though she is her own person, and with her brother’s influence or not, it is quite possible she’ll stop eating a variety of foods all on her own, in the same inexplicable manner as her brother.)
My son somehow stays healthy. We drop in a vitamin supplement to his daily juice. He drinks two-percent milk when he wakes and right before bed. We sneak him “vegetables” in a Juicy Juice product called “Harvest Surprise” (a mix of vegetable and fruit juices that taste like fruit alone). He eats a good mix of fruits. And, while he’ll only eat about five “main courses,” they are at least semi-healthy choices, mixing some of the missing food groups in his diet.
We have tried rewards, stickers, discipline, begging, letting him cry, not making alternatives … my son just won’t budge. We’ve cut foods into fun shapes, matched their colors, purchased fun plates, forks and spoons … nada.
Part of our problem is his stubbornness, and no, I have no clue where he got that trait. Part of our problem is the lack of energy we, as parents, have. Getting him to eat would be a long and difficult road, and most nights after working all day, I don’t have the “enthusiasm” to argue it out with him and listen to the screaming.
I always said I’d never be the mom that made dinner, then made the kids alternative meals. Yet, here we are.
I have no other solutions, but I’d love to hear suggestions on this. Register online and comment! I need your help!
In my three years of being a mother, I have yet to hear a solid tip on getting a toddler to eat. My son is very well behaved. He doesn’t act up too often in public, he always says “please” and “thank you.” I’m not bragging (too much), but we’ve had strangers tell us how good both of our kids are. It is flattering.
But there is one department of parenting I have yet to master, and that is getting my son to eat. Don’t get me wrong, I mean he is a healthy boy. He is in the 50th percentile of height and weight, and his pediatrician says he is perfectly normal.
However, his normal diet consists of about five foods. For meals, my son will eat peanut butter and jelly, grilled cheese, chicken nuggets, pizza or meatballs. And, the chicken and meatballs are new additions of the last few months. Up until then, we thought he was a self-proclaimed vegetarian (even though is father and I are no where near vegetarian ourselves).
We’ve asked doctors, other parents, friends, family, read tips online, listened to radio shows … nothing we’ve been told to try has worked. And, we’ve really tried it all.
What is strange, in my opinion, is that up until about 18 months, he would eat nearly anything. At a younger age, my son at full-sized pork chops, a cut up hamburger, vegetables, well basically anything we put on his high chair tray.
Now, my daughter is nearly a year old, and we are desperately trying to break our son’s habits before she catches on and develops the same. My daughter, much like my son at the same age, eats any and everything we let her. I don’t want, in a year from now, for us to be having the same battles with her as we do with him. (Though she is her own person, and with her brother’s influence or not, it is quite possible she’ll stop eating a variety of foods all on her own, in the same inexplicable manner as her brother.)
My son somehow stays healthy. We drop in a vitamin supplement to his daily juice. He drinks two-percent milk when he wakes and right before bed. We sneak him “vegetables” in a Juicy Juice product called “Harvest Surprise” (a mix of vegetable and fruit juices that taste like fruit alone). He eats a good mix of fruits. And, while he’ll only eat about five “main courses,” they are at least semi-healthy choices, mixing some of the missing food groups in his diet.
We have tried rewards, stickers, discipline, begging, letting him cry, not making alternatives … my son just won’t budge. We’ve cut foods into fun shapes, matched their colors, purchased fun plates, forks and spoons … nada.
Part of our problem is his stubbornness, and no, I have no clue where he got that trait. Part of our problem is the lack of energy we, as parents, have. Getting him to eat would be a long and difficult road, and most nights after working all day, I don’t have the “enthusiasm” to argue it out with him and listen to the screaming.
I always said I’d never be the mom that made dinner, then made the kids alternative meals. Yet, here we are.
I have no other solutions, but I’d love to hear suggestions on this. Register online and comment! I need your help!
And, since I am here until the long-off future (or until I hit Powerball at least, whatever comes first), I am stuck with Old Man Winter.
I grew up in northwestern Pennsylvania, home to lake-effect snowfalls and very long hard winters. When I came many years ago to the Philadelphia area, I found the “shorter” winters and far less snowfall to be a vacation. I have since come to hate even them.
This past week of temperatures in the single digits, I have been reminded of the deep-rooted hatred I have for the cold. But, something I may hate more than winter itself is the weather man's coverage of said season.
Let's start with the “real feel” temperature. The term “wind chill” wasn't enough? Somehow, we have come to an age of relaying not only actual temperatures, the temperature read on the thermometer, but also the “feel” of that same temperature. In other words, when the wind blows, those out in the terrible cold FEEL a cooler temperature than “actual.”
I am not sure when this phenomenon began. I remember beginning to be annoyed with actual temps and then wind chills. But now the “real feel” is really more than I can bear.
To top that, weather personalities have also in this week of bone-chilling temps, to just skim over the actual degrees. In nearly every coverage of the weather this week, I have heard that temperatures will be “in the teens” or “single digits.”
Apparently, when the weather gets to a certain level of cold, we don't even give the actual temperatures either. I mean, if the day was to range between 51 and 59 or 41 and 49 degrees, we wouldn't glaze over it saying that the temps would be “in the forties.” We give an exact number.
On the other hand, as soon as you step out the door these days, your breath is taken away. It makes your joints achy to walk in this weather, even a few short blocks. Your face blisters in the wind. And, forget taking the kids out! I hate to even run them to the store.
I know in a few short months, we will be back to sunny days, playing outside and basking in the warm breezes. It seems an eternity away for now.
Until then, I will continue my dreams of white sandy beaches, banana daiquiris and aqua marine waters. That and winning Powerball...
Can I just tell you about the greatest invention in the free world? It is just one of those things that I am not sure how people lived without in the past. I don't know how we functioned in a society without it. And, no I don't mean cell phones, but they do make life convenient, too, don't they?
No, what I am talking about here is the greatest addition to television since the rabbit ears. Most cable companies these days offer the “DVR” also known as a “digital video recorder.”
A DVR, in short, allows you to “tape” television, for viewing at a later time. It is the VCR of the new age. But, it is a million times more impressive.
If you haven't heard of this great device, I will provide you with some highlights. Unlike the VCR, the DVR seems to have nearly endless storage. OK, to be honest, there is a limit, but we use it on a daily basis, and with four of us in the house, we have never gotten even close to that cap. (And, that is accounting for the three, full Star Wars movies my husband leaves on there 24/7.)
Like most Americans, I have vowed to lose weight in 2009. I am not trying any fad diets or really working myself to the bone in the gym. I just have a goal to drop some of the baby weight I gained having my daughter. Since she'll be a year old in less than a month, I don't think its a valid excuse any longer. And, let's be honest. My son is 3 and I still have “baby weight” from that pregnancy that never fully disappeared.
Now that I've been brutally honest, I will tell you my vast plan for success. I have heard the countless tips. I've read all about the latest and hottest diets. I've seen on tapes of the very best in workouts from around the world. Heck, I even watch the trainers on “The Biggest Loser” for tips of the trade.
And, to create my own plan, I suppose I have really taken a little bit of everything and found what has worked best for me, for my own body. I suggest the same.
But, for my ultimate top secret in weight loss, I will now share with you THE big trick. Are you ready for this top secret information?
I know it has been on for a long time now. I used to catch it every now and then. To be quite honest, it is on a network I only watch from time to time as it is. OK, to be totally honest, I only get to watch television on the whole now and then. But, I must admit. I have a new addiction. “Jon and Kate Plus 8” on TLC is one of my favorite shows.
A couple, residing in Central Pennsylvania, had a set of twin girls. And, as they explain in their opening scenes of every show, a “theme song” of sorts, they tried for just one more child. Instead, they got six. Parents of twins and sextuplets, Jon and Kate tape a television show nearly each week for “The Learning Channel” (TLC). And, yes, folks, I am addicted.
I always enjoyed watching the show in the past. But, between the marathon clusters TLC is airing and my own personal life changes, something about my recent viewings has me hooked.
First off, I love their kids. They are too adorable. Each of the children has their own unique and loving personality. From the moment the show starts with one of the eight performing their well-practiced lines “On this episode of Jon and Kate Plus 8,” to the aforementioned “theme song,” I nearly tear up just watching the opening.


