Fussy

JSL has always been a fussy eater.  While NHL would eat a broccoli and mushroom pizza or try some new vegetable (so long as assurances were made that it wasn’t spicy), JSL won’t touch anything.  If you ask him, he’ll ask “Have I tried it before?”  His criteria for trying a food seems to be that he must have previously eaten it and liked it.  Of course, you can imagine how this has expanded his culinary horizons.  And by “expanded”, I really mean “narrowed.”  Recently, however, “narrowed” has turned into “contracted.”

At my birthday dinner, he fought with us over what he was going to eat.  The kids’ menu was packed with good choices like grilled chicken and mini burgers.  He doesn’t eat these, though.  Luckily, there was grilled cheese.  He always likes grilled cheese and he was fine with eating that.  What he wasn’t fine with, however, was the sides it came with.  Cheesy mashed potatoes got his thumbs down even after we explained that he loves pierogies and that’s exactly what is inside of them.  He didn’t care.  It was something different and therefore not allowed anywhere near his plate (much less his mouth).  Fine, though, because you can switch sides.  We didn’t even try to press the vegetables, that battle isn’t for a restaurant where others are trying to enjoy their meals.  But fruit should have been good enough.  He likes apples and grapes… except that he decided that he didn’t like or want them.

Finally, we settled on getting him macaroni and cheese instead of the grilled cheese.  This didn’t come with any sides.  Problem solved, right?  Wrong!  When the dish came, he declared it “too sticky”, refused to eat, and complained that he wanted something else.  (No, we weren’t about to order *another* meal for him.  That simply wasn’t an option.)  I’ve run into this problem with him before.  Give him boxed macaroni and cheese and he’ll eat two big bowls.  Make him macaroni and cheese from scratch, using real cheese and not powder, and he turns his nose up at it.

I’m getting to the end of my rope.  Planning out meals seems to always end with “and what will JSL eat?”  Our usual house rule is that he can eat what’s being served or he can have a plain peanut butter sandwich, but it gets tiring to know that dinner plans will include a fight over this EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.  Last night, he told me that I had to give him more options (after I gave him the choice of mac and cheese, grilled cheese, or a peanut butter sandwich).  I told him that I’d gladly give him more options if he would try some new foods so I’d have more options to give him.

Sadly, that seems to have gone over his head.  It’s like he magically expects me to make new food appear that he will eat.  I’m running out of ideas (not to mention patience).

Have you ever had a child who was a fussy eater? If so, how did you handle it?

The Mother’s Day/Birthday Double-Post

Yesterday was Mother’s Day.  As such, we attempted to give B a day free from bickering, complaining, and the other pleasantries that come from raising two boys.  B would have to weigh in, but I think we were mostly successful.

The boys snuck into our room at about 6:20am to wake B up and wish her a happy Mother’s Day.  Had I been awake at the time, I would have headed them off and let B sleep in.  Instead, we gave B her mother’s day present, I made everyone breakfast (including breakfast in bed for B), and then kept them as quiet as I could while B got back to sleep.  (NOTE: Next time I let B go back to sleep, I’m confiscating her smartphone so she can’t check Twitter/e-mail/etc when she should be sleeping.)

Eventually, I got the boys dressed and took them to the park and then the grocery store so B could get some true quiet time.  After picking B up, we all went out to eat an ice cream lunch (mine was blueberry flavor which makes it healthy, right?).  We did some shopping and stopped by Mimi’s house to visit and drop off her Mother’s Day present.  Then, we quickly picked up some dinner and had a nice cookie cake for dessert.

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Fast forward to today.  Today is a different kind of celebration.  While yesterday was a celebration of B being a mother, today is a celebration of the event that made B a mother for a second time.  Yes, today is JSL’s birthday.

It’s hard to believe that JSL is five already.  It seems like just yesterday that we were welcoming him into our family.  It’s been amazing seeing him grow and learn about the world around him.  He is creative (often performing shows with songs that he makes up on the spot), loving (he adores his big brother and loves cuddling), and surprisingly bright (just when we forget how old he is and think of him as a baby, he shows us just how much he understands).  Oh and he’s quite the little geek-in-training with a special love for Transformers and superheroes.

It’s a weird mixture of pride and sadness to see your little baby grow up.  On one hand, I love the kid he is becoming.  On the other and, I want him to be my baby for as long as possible. (He’ll be my baby for his entire life, but he likely will resent me calling him that when he’s 18.)

Happy birthday to JSL.  Mommy, Daddy, and NHL love you very much and are so proud of you.

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Karma, Starscream Bullying and the Stolen T-Cog

Starscream_PrimeAs all parents do, I’ve tried to teach my boys right from wrong.  Of course, there are times when doing the wrong thing results in an immediate reward for the person while doing the right things results in a near-term penalty.  Young kids, being short-term thinkers, can often take the wrong path due to the short-term gain, even while knowing that it is the wrong thing to do.

To help NHL with handling this concept, I decided to introduce him to the concept of Karma.  Karma, as I explained to NHL, is the concept that good things happen to those who do good deeds and bad things happen to people who do bad things.  (Karma dates back to ancient India, but for NHL’s purposes, I relied on the modern interpretation.)  NHL seemed to understand as we ran through a few scenarios describing what would be the right and wrong thing to do.

A week or so after we spoke about it, NHL, JSL, and I were watching Transformers: Prime.  We’ve come to really like this incarnation of Transfomers and look forward to each new episode.  This two-parter, Operation Bumblebee, saw Bumblebee lose his T-Cog.  For those who didn’t watch, a T-Cog is the biomechanical organ that lets Cybertronians scan vehicles and transform.  So when MECH, a group of humans trying to make their own Transformers, knock out Bumblebee and take his T-Cog, Bumblebee finds that he can’t transform anymore.  Since transformation is so integral to what they are and since Bumblebee enjoys driving fast in his vehicle mode, this makes him feel useless to his team.

Back to Starscream, though.  We first see him arriving on the scene after Bumblebee was knocked out by MECH.  (They had both been tracking the same signal that MECH used in their trap.)  Starscream’s reaction wasn’t to help Bumblebee, but to muse "Better him than me."

After this, he follows MECH back to their headquarters and proposes an alliance.  The alliance goes well enough until Bumblebee tracks them down and tries to retrieve his T-Cog.  MECH’s troops prove no match for Bumblebee despite the robot being unable to use his weapons.  (No T-Cog means no transforming his arms into guns.)  As MECH retreats, its leader tells Starscream to bring the T-Cog.  Starscream grabs it.  He describes Bumblebee as pathetic and a failure for being unable to transform into vehicle mode.  When it looks like Bumblebee will get his T-Cog back, Starscream shoots it.  He leaves Bumblebee with one final taunt: "Time to jet.. because I can!"  (Note to non-geeks: Starscream’s vehicle mode is a jet.)

Of course, MECH isn’t happy with Starscream for losing the T-Cog.  When Starscream says they can get one soon enough from another Autobot, they zap Starscream and take his.

I intended to use this episode as a lesson in bullying.  I described to NHL how Starscream took advantage of Bumblebee’s weakness, helped the people who hurt him, and taunted him to make him feel bad about himself.  (Of course, schoolyard bullying rarely involves blasters.)

NHL, however, dredged up the Karma talk from a few weeks back and pointed out that it applied here.  Impressed, I admitted that he was right.  Starscream could have done the right thing by helping Bumblebee (either right away or after he tracked down MECH’s headquarters).  Previous episodes have established that he can contact the Autobots (when he was in need of medical assistance).  His actions throughout the episode were one bad action after another, right down to shooting the T-Cog to spite Bumblebee.

For his bad actions, something bad happened to him: He lost his own T-Cog.  His description of Bumblebee as a pathetic failure who couldn’t achieve vehicle mode became him as he scampered away by foot.

I was extremely proud of NHL for remembering our lesson and for applying it so perfectly.

Disclaimer: The image of Starscream above is from Clement Soh‘s Flickr stream and is shared via a Creative Commons license.

Exhaustion and the Night Terror

nicubunu_Emoticons_Sleeping_faceRight now, as I write this blog post, I’m on my third blogging idea.  Why did I ditch the last two?  Because I just couldn’t think of the words.  It wasn’t a fault of the topics, I fully intend on blogging about those later this week.  Instead, the problem was my own brain.  My brain was too exhausted to form the words.

You see, on Sunday night, before we went to sleep, JSL woke up with another night terror.  For those who don’t know, a night terror is like a nightmare, but worse.  JSL was shaking, incoherent (seriously, he could have been speaking Chinese for all we know), and crying.  Picking him up and hugging him didn’t calm him down at all.

Finally, we brought him to the couch and I turned on a kids’ television station hoping that the familiar audio would snap him out of the dream.  The combination of the lit room, our voices and the television finally worked and JSL came out of it.  After sitting on the couch for a few minutes, he was calmed down (and tired) enough that he asked to go back to bed.

Later that night, at around 3:30am, I woke up to cries coming from the boys’ room.  JSL had woken up again.  I sat by his bed and soothed him until he fell asleep.  Then, I climbed back into my bed.  As I was falling asleep though, I heard a loud *KLUNK* coming from the boys’ room.  Fearing that one of them fell out of bed, I rushed in… to find nothing wrong.  So back to bed I went again and, as I was falling back to sleep, JSL woke up again.  This time, I sat by his bed longer until I was sure he was fast asleep.  Yet again, I dragged myself to bed.

This time, JSL stayed asleep until it was time for me to wake up, at around 6am.  Meanwhile, the dreams I had weren’t restful at all.  I don’t remember them all, but recall that one involved a mystery person pursuing me for unknown, but sinister, purposes.  The end result was that I awoke exhausted.

After all of this, and a full day’s work, trying to get creative for blog posting caused my brain to lock up.  Hopefully, I’ll have a good night’s sleep and my brain will function better tomorrow.  Otherwise TechyDad no make words good on blog.

Disclaimer: The "Emoticons: Sleeping face" clipart above is from OpenClipArt.org.

Earworms of the Parental Kind

Anonymous_trble_clefIt used to be that I would find certain songs running through my head.  Tunes came from such artists as Billy Joel, Barenaked Ladies, and Bon Jovi.  They may have annoyed me slightly by climbing into my brain and refusing to leave, but at least I could rock out to them for awhile.

Then I had kids.

Joel and Jovi quickly were replaced with Wiggles and Laurie Berkner.  Don’t get me wrong, I like their music.  I’ll freely listen to them with my kids and will dance around the house with those songs blaring.  What I don’t want, though, is for their music to set up shop in my mind and continue running when no kids are around.  It’s a little embarrassing to find yourself humming Toot Toot Chugga Chugga Big Red Car in the office.

The other day, I was going for some blood work.  As I walked into the building, I found myself humming a tune.  Only this tune wasn’t from a mere children’s singer.  No, this was one worse.  It was from a children’s TV show.

Yes, that was running through my head.  It would not leave.  I had no choice, but to counter it with the most powerful grown-up earworm that I could think of.

Mission accomplished.  The kiddie earworm was driven back.  But for how long?

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