I Have an Ask
Quick ask to crowdsource a story, and a dispatch from parenting three under three.
Real talk. It’s been a crazy two weeks, I am sure it has been for you, too! I was unable to pull a full newsletter together for this release, and am working on digging into a deeper story that is personal for me. Which is why I have an ask.
I am crowd sourcing experiences from anyone willing to share; what was the worst side effect or complication you had in pregnancy, during delivery or postpartum? It can be little, or serious. None are unworthy! Comment and let me know for use in a future newsletter.
Toddler story of the week
Picky eating
The most successful I have been at getting Baxter, one of my two year olds, to eat anything remotely healthy is by cutting up veggies very small into cake-like foods.
Kale or spinach in homemade biscuits.
Kale or spinach into lentil cakes or potato latkes.
Meal time is the most stressful time in my house, and it happens five times a day. I honestly would rather clean poopy diapers every hour on the hour than feed my toddlers. (The baby is perfect. He eats everything. He can stay.)
So I started reading some ideas from M.D.’s on instagram. I know, great resource - but I am coming up empty and have to do something. One account said to make it fun! Play! It said.
Oh, I can do fun.
We did breakfast for dinner one night. Breakfast sausages, roasted potatoes, english muffins and scrambled egg. Dinner started off great, Baxter vacuumed down his english muffin and Jack, his twin brother excitedly ate his scrambled egg, dipping it in ketchup. (Sorry, not sorry.)
Then, Baxter asked for more bread. Uh, no.
“No, sorry, that was all we have. But you have all this other food on your plate. Hey! I have an idea! What if you build a food fort?!”
Blank stares.
I rushed over to show him. Too enthusiastically, perhaps?
“Look! Your meat makes a good strong base, like rocks! And then the potatoes can go on top like this, and then you have an egg roof!”
Before he could even respond, I was back at my plate, diving my fork in.
“Mama does it too, look! I am going to come in and RAWR! I am the house eating monster!!!”
Big tasty bite of egg.
Jack thought this was great. He was already building his food fort.
“Your Mama’s done lost her mind,” my husband laughed.
“Baxter, why don’t you eat your food fort?”
"No!” He throws the meat onto the table. “I don’t like rocks!”
Fair. I look at my husband, “the instagram doctor said to make it fun?”