Look how cute these plates are!
I just bought them from here
(...but was a little dissapointed cause they are glass.
What dum dum makes a kid plate out of glass??)
anyway, cross your fingers that they will make a difference.
for, my kids are the biggest food snobs.
and while I'm at it, so is my husband.
i try to make them dinners
{well, not recently}
but they basically always end up eating cereal
and i end up eating leftovers for seven meals straight.
but then it got me thinking...
...my 6 year old still pees her pants everyday, refuses to learn to ride a bike and can't tie her shoes. My 3 year old still would rather poop in the driveway than our toilet, gets up at least 20 times every night after we put him to bed and may or may not know all of his colors consistently (i think he purposely torments me with this one).
why do i suck so hard at teaching my kids stuff?!?
Am i in some alternate universe where down is up, and bodily waste is sanitary?? Don't get me wrong it does freak me out when i see babies wearing underwear...who eat greenbeans and brocolli cause their mom just dropped it on their tray. But that's probably only because mine scale my cabinets to the ceiling to devour the stale chocolate i forgot i hid from myself...and pee on the floor in front of the fridge while looking for a snack.
All things considered, I am proud of my little barbarian family. It recently donned on me one night, during bedtime stories, that someday they won't want to read all the sweet little books we've collected over the years...christmas will be all about gift certificates and gaming systems, and i will yearn for the days of sleeping with PB & jelly smears on the edges of my bed, listening to my kids laugh at Looney Tunes re-runs, fights over who gets to sit by me, crawling itsy bitsy spider up their tummies, drawing little faces on each of their tootsies, and all the random presents they make me throughout the day (a homemade mailbox, a tiny leprechaun hat, a bowl of mushy cut up fruit so my "tummy feels better").
My kids are thoughtful and funny....and have the affection and sweetness enough to make a Carebear puke. So despite their heavy resistance to bathroom progress, i wouldn't trade these moments in my life for anything.
cause as luck would have it,
God has provided us various genius ways of coping with motherhood:
I choose love!
...and stockholm syndrome ;)
