Saturday, November 25, 2006

Max's Diet

These are things that Max currently likes to eat:

  • Pirate Booty
  • Nilla Wafers
  • Pizza
  • Mac n Cheese
  • Pickles
  • Scrambled Eggs
  • Soy Sausage
  • Cookies
  • Cottage Cheese
  • Goldfish Crackers
  • Chips
  • Avocado
  • French Fries
  • Cheese
  • Toast
  • Bananas
  • Ice Cream
  • Salad
  • Quiche
  • Chicken Legs
  • Spaghetti
  • Popcorn
  • Steak
  • Cereal

When I look at this list, I'm shocked at how much of it's junk food. He's been a very finicky eater for quite a while now. He used to eat sweet potatos, broccoli and cream of wheat along with all kinds of healthy things. When he was a baby I would mix mangos, bananas and yogurt with wheat germ. I tried to get him to eat healthy as he became a toddler, but I was just so happy to see him consuming calories of any kind, that I didn't care that he was developing a taste for junk food. A lot of his little friends eat junk food and quite frankly I'm surprised at how often it's dished up to little minds and bodies that need real nourishment. Well, now that I've seen this on paper, I'm going to put effort back into trying to get him to eat things that are healthier for him. Me too, for that matter.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

The Worst Mother in the World

I know that we all feel like the worst mother in the world every once in a while. I certainly felt like it this morning, when through clenched teeth I uttered, "you're pissing me off," to my wildly active two year old. I was trying to do something I almost never do, put some makeup on. I was standing in front of the mirrored closet door. He was banging on the doors, making them shake and bow. He was yelling out loud, nothing in particular. I moved from one of the doors to the other and he began banging on that one as well.

Some days I feel like I do nothing more than do battle with an opponent with whom I'm no match for. I get so worn down from the constant confrontation and exertion of wills, both his and mine. Motherhood is not for the faint of heart. I never knew how much mental and emotional energy would be required of me.

The pay off for all of this is worth it though. There are times when he says "tank ewe momma" (thank you mamma), a phrase I recognize more by it's tone than it's content. Other times when he gives me an unsolicited hug and sighs "awwwww," while he pats my back.

What I really need is an energy drink that works and to bite my tongue, rather than express how "pissed off" I am.