I mentioned in yesterday’s post that L., my four-year-old, is somewhat averse to eating fruit. This is a food position I should clarify. The fact is, until P. came along — a child who was born with an insatiable craving
It’s a weird day. Today is Friday, usually a good day. Fridays are like the little pages of the week who scurry ahead of the weekend, tooting horns and proclaiming, “His Lordship, Saturday-family day-fun day! Her Royal Highness, Lazy Sunday
I spend a lot of time talking to my sister, D. I’m sure lots of grown women with sisters are out there going “Yeah, me too, so what?” But I mean — I spend a LOT of time talking to
So far, I’ve written quite a bit about interacting with my older child, L., about food and eating. It’s natural, I think — he’s of just the age to be really developing his own palate, asserting his independence, and making
Last night, things in our house went just about the same way they always do on a hectic weeknight. Nearly-4-year-old L. perched on a bar stool in the kitchen, helping me knead, stretch, and pound balls of pizza dough into
I wasn’t necessarily going to use this blog as a place to post things like meal plans, but I’ve heard some reactions to the confessions of geekdom with which I kicked off this whole project which lead me to believe
L.’s preschool has recently begun something that tugs at both sides of my mommy conscience (mom-science?) — the Friday pizza party. Well, maybe “party” is a bit of a stretch. As far as I know, they order pizza from the
4-year-olds have a funny way of taking over and upsetting any “plans” you think you’ve made. In this case, my 4-year-old son, L., received last night’s “Crockpot Chicken Curry Thing” experiment with a sort of lukewarm skepticism. For the record,
I’ll just say it up-front, so you know what to expect: I’m a neurotic, hyperorganized geek when it comes to planning what, where, when, and how my family is going to eat. No, seriously. The Gourmet Geekfest ensues about once