On Saturday night Ross and I went out to dinner sans Monkey (Thank you Aunt Haley). We were supposed to do dinner with his parentals but his dad was sick so we took the opportunity to go out...do you call that a "date?" Um, sure...okay, whatever.
At dinner we planned out our Christmas agenda (who will we visit when), figured out some gift ideas and had a generally nice time. We didn't argue with each other once - which is rare - and it was nice.
On our way home to pick up the boy though, the argument started. I'm not sure how or why, but (not in a mean spirited way at all) we started discussing with vigor our son's eating and food habits. It got a bit heated at times and I still don't know where the discussion came from, but I wanted to let the Internet know that my boy is as good or better an eater as any other almost two year old and he gets enough protein AND - he doesn't just eat fruit snacks all day long.
This morning for breakfast he ate 1/2 a banana, some pop tart and some crackers. Yes, not the best or most nutritious, but that's what he wanted. You see, were in this phase where he insists on picking his food out himself and who am I to argue with the king arguer? I'm not so I let him.
For lunch today he at a corn dog (it's my mom's fault, she introduced them and he loves them) - baked not fried, a few french fries, also baked, and grapes. That's a lot for such a little guy, don't you think?
Yesterday he ate pasta salad and pickles and ham, and cheese, and bread and olives and anything else he could get his little hands on.
Here's the question though - a lot of you out there that read this blog have kids the same age or about the same age as my monkey - the 18 months to 4 set. Are your kids picky eaters or do they just cooperate and eat whatever you give them?
I told Ross that all kids this age put up fights against food and gravitate to their favorite snacks, etc. and he says that isn't normal. Thoughts?
We had an appointment with the stake president. Our stake split a month ago and yesterday Ross was asked to accept his old calling back. He did. Extra blessings from voluntary church service are good, right? Right.
The new SP doesn't know us at all so we chatted a bit. I was distracted through much of the conversation because my boy was wandering around looking for a garbage, emptying all the diapers out of his bag and throwing pez all over the floor. A bit stressed out.
At one point I was asked to say something "nice" about my husband. As I was distracted and a bit upset at an earlier incident (Ross let Elliott take a huge chunk out of a cake that I took to the claustrophobic open house yesterday and it left me a wee bit agitated) so even though I don't really remember what I said - I apparently didn't say anything nice, and mentioned the cake incident in a manner I thought was humorous.
Ross didn't think so and got mad at me in the car afterwards. And brought it up again that evening. Sorry Ross.
He says I never say anything nice to him.
The boy that I married almost six years ago is a very good dad. He is a hard worker and a dedicated parent, husband, and church member. He tries to balance all his different hats regularly and generally does so very well.
I love to watch the husband and the Monkey greet each other every day when Ross comes home from work. They both light up and their excitement to see each other often makes the day seem right. I love that he takes over in the evenings and that I am free to spend some time by myself with my own thoughts, and that he puts Elliott to bed every night and gets up with him if he wakes up...I don't think that there are many dads who do that.
He is good and honest and trustworthy and opinionated and smart and talented. He takes care of his parents and our little family...he even goes outside when it's cold to do stuff I want him to do with little or no complaint. I can only image how difficult it is to be married to me - and he seems to like it, sometimes. As anyone in my family would attest - that's worth a medal right there.
Everyday I look forward to our online chats about nothing and everything while I'm working.
Sometimes, he even rents movies that I want to watch.