Because I love my husband I MADE dinner tonight - I'll remind you that I threw a small yet glorified playdate this morning, complete with fresh scones and bread and a salad FROM MY GARDEN and I was TIRED. Meatloaf. Eh. Not my best effort, but now I can throw that recipe away and move on to the next, right? Anyway, because I love my CHILDREN, I heaped their plates with the following:
- apple slices
- half a banana
- green beans
- chicken nuggets, because they won't eat the meatloaf OBVS;
and carried these plates downstairs and let them eat on the little Ikea table in front of Caillou. (GAH I HATE CAILLOU.)
So my son, who ate an entire scone and three slices of cheese for lunch, takes a long critical look at his plate, and says, in the voice I imagined he wouldn't have until he was fifteen, "Why did you give me THIS? I don't WANT this." He circles his finger around in the air above the offensive items in case I'm not quite clear on what he doesn't want on his plate and then looks up at me. As if to say, "JEEZ, Mom. GET A CLUE."
At this point today's blog post can veer off into an Angst-Filled Discussion Re: Food, Eating Habits, Should We Or Should We Not Force Him To Eat His Vegetables and Proper Nutrition. Or I can just skip it and tell you about our morning.
Which was, if I may say so myself, the perfect amount of Toddler Party. It didn't start till 10:30, so we could have lunch not even a half hour into it if we wanted (ie: SOMETHING TO DO) and everyone left by one-ish, which: PERFECT. I mean, not that I don't love my guests, but Mama needed nap time.
There were doughnuts:
From Top Pot, which is God's favorite doughnut shop. Those little bags have Betty Crocker mix cookies in them, and I wasn't planning to hand out favors, but Jack was killing me yesterday and we made cookies out of desperation. (When in doubt, feed child cookie dough.)
I made these scones (which I LOVE) and the European peasant bread recipe from this book and caprese salad with cherry tomatoes from my garden (they are turning RED you guys! And not a moment too soon!) and there was fruit and cheese and deli meat and Martha's macaroni and cheese. I did hear some murmuring about the giant carb-fest going on in my kitchen, but come on, I AM a giant carbohydrate. Welcome to eating at my house!
The kids also managed to comply with my one brilliant idea for an Activity:
That would be painting on a giant taped-together piece of paper OH YEAH.
Sure we spilled a little water and there was some squabbling over paint-stealing, but we got five whole minutes of Quiet and it was awesome. And then when it was time to eat, we threw the paper away and used the pink plastic tablecloth as our table. Me = Fantastically Fabulously Brilliant.
My girl turns two tomorrow. TWOOOOOO.
"JEEZ MOM. Can't a girl eat her carbs without having a camera shoved up in her face?"