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[flea]

Casper has somehow gone from being an average-to-adventurous eater (I mean, remember when she ate the egg shells?) to the kind of kid who wants to eat noodles for every meal. Dinners are one thing - our house rule is, I don't cook special food for anyone over 1 year old and under 50, so if you don't like what's for dinner, you may have a bowl of spaghetti if there is leftover pasta in the fridge, and if there isn't, you may have a peanut butter bread. And you must TRY the food before telling me it is too spicy, or plain yucky. Remember, you actually LIKE lasagna, since it is just noodles and cheese and you like tomato sauce?

But the lunches! Still with the sending food and it not being eaten, often not TOUCHED. And the extreme cranky at 5:30 and we wonder why. Letting her tell me what she wants doesn't work. She'll not touch some of her favorite things, and the list of favorites that are things that are actually healthy is shrinking all the time. Brownies she'd eat every day, but she won't even eat noodles in her lunch.

Dillo, for his part, has been wearing the cranky pants since getting better. Everything that thwarts him - and there are many things, as he is small and clumsy and inarticulate - gets a WHAP of the hand. He doesn't hurt anyone (although Casper wails as if he does), but we are trying to encourage him to vent his troubles more constructively, or at least whap the floor and not mom. I think is it just annoying to have a stuffy head and a bad cough and so forth, mostly. Sometimes I wish I could whap people who piss me off.

In adorable and funny kid news, remember I mentioned the Naked Baby Alert, whoop whoop, routine? We have a magnet of Michelangelo's David on the fridge. Dillo likes to take off the magnetic pants and go "whoop whoop!" at David.

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[dxmachina.livejournal.com]

50 year-olds don't need special food. I hear tell that 60 year-olds can eat regular food, too. :)

[casperflea.livejournal.com]

Some of 'em can, but we know a might few (namely, my in-laws and my mother's husband) who are devout carnivores, and don't consider any of these dang vegetarian stews to be actual food. So we go out and buy meat when they visit. It's kind of funny. We also buy instant coffee for my MIL, who prefers it (!).

[serrana.livejournal.com]

Augh, I share your pain in re. food weirdness.

This morning she refused to eat breakfast (cereal, usually something she likes), with protracted grumpiness, and instead I found her eating leftover banana bread under her bed an hour later. Um, no. If she'd said that was what she wanted for breakfast, fine -- but you can't tell me you want one thing, then refuse to eat it, then sneak something else into your room and eat it there (and we do not eat anywhere that I have to move furniture to vacuum. No.)

And I think those are fair dinner rules -- here, it's gotten sufficiently bad that the rule is, eat it or don't eat it but I don't want to hear about it. If you don't want to eat it, go brush your teeth and go to bed.

She's been eating dinner about once a week. *sigh* No, I have no ideas left any more. We've cut out snacks.

Frustratingly, she eats everywhere else. And her friends will eat my cooking. Really, we should just swap kids with the neighbor for six months.

[dxmachina.livejournal.com]

Meat IS regular food! I keep instant coffee around for adding to hot chocolate. Also for mocha truffles.

[makaidiver.livejournal.com]

I have that David magnet!* A friend gave it to me after my split with the ex, "So you'll have a man in the house." It cracked me up. I used to have several sets of clothing for him, too, not that I know where they are.

*It's been up there so long, I don't see it anymore, hence the thrill of remembering it.