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My children are privileged enough to grow up eating weird things and following strange eating habits. And yes, I maintain that this is, in fact, a privilege. Not every kid’s mom fries up tofu for lunch! Or vegan tacos in a coconut or jicama or lettuce wrap. Other kids have to settle for corn or flour. BOR-ING!
So today I offered to make the following lunch – chocolate peanut butter milkshakes. Of course, this is not an ordinary milkshake. It’s actually raw almond butter blended with several bananas and raw cacao powder. It’s quite delicious!
But my dear second child wanted to inquire about the ingredients. He’s never the “just eat it and be happy you have food” type.
“Are you going to put those cockroaches in it?”
1st child, responding in laughter: “You mean dates?”
“Yeah, those. They look like roaches!”
My poor privileged children… sigh.
In case you’re curious, dates are not a part of this recipe, although I do use them quite often as a sweetener.
There are certain things, like peas and carrots, that go together. And there are things like tuna fish popsicles that do not.
My beautiful, crazy five year old demonstrated another combo that, in my humble, and maybe boring opinion, should not go together.
Raspberries and mustard. Enough said.
While most of the world waits anxiously for Easter services and egg hunts tomorrow, the Orthodox Christian world has yet another week of waiting (don’t feel sorry for us, the candy in our baskets will be purchased at 75% off, come Monday). Nevertheless, we are also anxiously awaiting our Pascha (Easter). What we will eat after nearly fifty days of fasting from meat and dairy. What my daughter will wear. And saving up energy for all the beautiful Holy Week services and the four hour finale of the midnight Resurrection service.
But things came to a halt the other day when I told the kids we would be celebrating the weekend with the grandparents, eating all sorts of goodies, including… LAMB. My seven year old daughter freaked out.
“Lamb?! Do you know what that is? Little baby sheep! I’m NOT eating lamb!” She simply couldn’t let it go. At bedtime last night she said more defiantly that she is not eating a poor, helpless lamb. Today she got on the computer and looked up lamb pictures and called me in. “This is what lambs are! How can you eat a lamb? They are just happy running around in the grass and someone just kills them!”
She’s a passionate one! I guess I should have known…. I seem to recall a similar conversation about deer….
Hobby Lobby and Michaels are amazing stores. I peruse the aisles daydreaming about all the fun, crafty things I could do with the littles. But you know what? That’s all a waste! Art and craft time can happen anywhere and with many non designated items!
And so I present crazy craft/lunch time at our home! Items needed: ranch dressing and carrots (or paint and brushes). Not feeling so artsy that day? Consider this a double post on why kids under the age of ten should never feed themselves. Supervision doesn’t matter because it only takes a moment for disaster (or creativity) to strike!
My 6 year old daughter is very imaginative. Actually, the same can be said for all my kids above the age of two. They are all also quite artistic (thanks to both sides of the family).
Today she decided she was going to have a party. She planned all day for this party. She was busily making the food and telling me what we would do and who would be invited (a host of stuffed animals, me and her siblings, of course). At last she was ready… but we had to eat dinner first.
At dinner, she laid out the party rules:
“First, no screaming in my room, even though you are having a lot of fun. No fighting at my party, because that will make other people mad. And NO being ungrateful because the food is made out of paper!”
Supposedly, there are many ways to eat an Oreo, a vast difference in the amount of licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop, but who knew there was more than one way to eat a gummy bear?
In my house, there are at least four ways… and counting.
The 10-year old holds each gummy bear to the light, examining it carefully for who knows what. Then, suddenly, his silence erupts with “NO! Don’t eat me!!! I don’t want to die!!!” And then the bear is eaten. He does this with every. single. one. It does not matter how few or how many he has… they all have to beg not to die, then say goodbye to their other gummy bear friends, and then be eaten.
The 7-year old’s gummy bears are actually Ewoks, bravely dying in the fight against the Dark Side. And yes, there is monologuing that goes on with the death/consumption of each bear he has, too. His process is quicker than the 10-year old’s only because he does not feel the strange need to examine each one first.
The 4-year old eats her gummy bears with two fingers, pinky finger slightly raised as though she is sipping tea. Just like a little lady.
The 2-year old crams the entire handful of gummies into his mouth. 5, 10, 15, 20, doesn’t matter how many… they are all going in there at once. I guess when you are the little one on the bottom, you must ensure that YOU are the one eating all of your gummy bears, and not a thieving older sibling. And the only way to do that, apparently, is to shovel them all in at once.
Now, I said there were four ways. I too have a way of eating gummy bears, but it cannot be considered a fifth way, for it mimics the process of the 2-year old. I am not afraid of my kids stealing one because I’m not eating them quickly enough, I am just selfish and don’t want to share. And if I don’t stuff them all in my mouth at once, you can be sure that four little people will be asking for more before I’ve eaten even one…