Sit Still. I’m Trying to Feed You


I miss the high chair. Well actually ours was a lo chair. But you get the idea. Strapped in. And even though I never really strapped her in, the tray locked her wiggly little body in place. Heaven. But not anymore. I ditched it because really she was too old for it and hated sitting in it. Now she feels the need to run around the house in between bites, throwing bits of cheese, porridge or veges in her wake. Always on my freshly vacuumed or mopped floors.

I sense that the problem is that we don’t have a dining table. Mainly because the dining room (if you could call it that, it’s really a glorified alcove) has been turned into a playroom and there just doesn’t seem to be room for a dining table at the moment. And if I don’t sit down on a regular basis to eat and stay there then I can hardly expect her to. Around here I’m usually a standing eater or a couch eater. I’m sure this is part of the problem.

Still, sometimes I just wish she would stay still for five second out of her entire life, so she could eat or I could help her get dressed or any of those things that I have to do multiple times a day that she finds so completely inconvenient to oblige me in.

I’m absolutely amazed that she actually sat down to eat this smoothie. I say eat, because she insisted on using a spoon. And so, I insisted that she sit down. An exercise in futility perhaps. Because the smoothie still ended up all over her shirt and somehow all over the couch as well. One of the miracles of toddlers. You give them the tiniest amount of liquid and they can somehow spread it over the vast majority of your entire house. It’s a gift, really.

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Food for Little People

Welcome to the July Carnival of Natural Parenting: Let’s Talk About Food

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Code Name: Mama and Hobo Mama. This month our participants have written about their struggles and successes with healthy eating. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.

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You guessed it, more cupcakes!

I love food. I love food when I’m happy. I love food when I’m sad. I’ve even been known to especially love it when I’m bored. Sometimes, I plan particular meals for things that I really enjoy, like a favourite tv show. Because for me nothing is really complete until there is food involved.

Family traditions are often built around food. At Christmas, we always have pancakes for breakfast and lasagna, garlic bread and potato salad for lunch. It’s something that I’ve continued with our daughter because for me, traditions are the backbone of families and special memories. Of course, we’ve added to traditions over time. Josh does like pancakes, but as an enthusiastic meat eater, his special meal is a big breakfast with lots of crispy bacon. And while he does enjoy ricotta and spinach lasagna, his big thing at Christmas is a ham.

I involve Riley in cooking. Because one of my favourite memories (and first memories) was licking a cake bowl with my brother. She loves to mix and pour, and she sits up on the bench looking as happy as she could possibly be. I like her being involved in all aspects of food. From making to preparing to eating. I want her to know how to make a loaf of bread, or a batch of cookies, or a laksa.

There is one thing that I haven’t added to this equation and that’s the growing of the food. I live in fear that one day Riley will grow up and not know that pasta sauce comes from tomatoes. Or some such thing. So a vegetable garden is high on my priority list. It will combine my two favourite toddler activities – food and getting dirty.

Some of my most joyful moments as a parent have been when I haven’t even finished making a meal and all of a sudden Riley has retrieved a spoon from the drawer and is already digging in to taste it. Or when her little eyes lights up when she sees a favourite meal and she rubs yer belly ‘yum! yum!’

I may not be the most disciplined about always preparing meals – peanut butter pizza anyone? Or about always using organic ingredients. Or about making everything from scratch. But I hope that I’ll be able to pass on the beauty of food in creating and treasuring moments when she starts to build her own traditions.

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Carnival of Natural Parenting -- Hobo Mama and Code Name: MamaVisit Code Name: Mama and Hobo Mama to find out how you can participate in the next Carnival of Natural Parenting!

Please take time to read the submissions by the other carnival participants:

(This list will be updated July 13 with all the carnival links.)

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Food for Thought


Breakfasts aren’t my problem. She’ll eat breakfast, second breakfast, even third breakfast. Dinner on the other hand, is my problem. Or to be perfectly accurate the lack of dinner.

Riley probably eats dinner once or twice a week. Although she is very keen on redistribution of food. From the bowl to a cup to a tray and back again. Although some how snack food pilfered from her father seem to escape the whole dinner embargo. Like corn chips this evening. Jammed into her little mouth as fast as her little hands would go. But somehow my delicious (and healthy) bean, veges and rice was beneath her dignity. Go figure.

At least I still have bananas.

The Guilty Conscience

I always wondered why mothers’ had such a reputation for making their children feel guilty. And now I think I know why. Because you feel guilty ALL the freaking time. After a while it probably becomes second nature and eventually you just become good at it. I’m assuming anyway. I’m not actually at that point yet. I’m at the ALL the freaking time part. For example:
I let her eat a chocolate cupcake before lunch. Actually, if you read my blog, you are probably wondering if I give her anything except chocolate.

And it was good!

The Rationaliser: It’s not so bad, there was cacao powder in it

The Guilty Conscience: And refined sugar, you’re totally reaching. I’m not even going to dignify that.

Yet another example:

The munchkin watching TV (or feasting her eyes on ‘kiddy heroin’ – phrase stolen from @flyingfish1970 -it’s ok we’re related it’s highly unlikely she’ll sue)

The Rationaliser: I had to work. YOU try working on the computer with her dragging on your pant leg.

The Guilty Conscience: She’s playing with crayons, if you’d turned off the TV she would have most likely continued playing and not had that creepy blank stare on her face. And not to be picky, but you’re hardly working, you’re taking photos. GOOD LORD! What is THAT?! In the second one she’s eating chocolate AND watching TV. If you can’t see what’s wrong with that, I can’t help you.

And finally, the nail in the coffin

The Rationaliser: Giving her a bottle during the day helps her get to sleep.

The Guilty Conscience: Not even you believe that. It helps her get to sleep quicker and with less help from you. This is totally selfish on your part. Oh I give up, somebody hand ME a bottle.

Risk Taking Behaviour

SmileyAt a certain point you realise that everything you do is risky in some way or another and you attempt to ignore just how risky in an attempt to hold on to your sanity. Oh what would that be you ask?
1) I drank plenty of coffee throughout my pregnancy and while breastfeeding because I was too exhausted not to.

2) I vaccinated the munchkin and tried to ignore those statistics tht suggested that one in every ten milion suffer paralysis or some other hideous side effect because I figured it would be so much worse if I didn’t vaccinate and she got one of those illnesses that I could have prevented.

3) I gave her peanut butter and just hoped that she wouldn’t have a reaction.

Tip of the iceberg. Seriously. Sometimes I’m in the shower and my neurotic self says to my rational self ‘she could be choking right now and you wouldn’t know’. My rational self usually loses these sorts of arguments. I’m beginning to question my rational self’s skills in the debate area.

Thankful Tuesday

ThankfulTuesday

So you’ve heard of Not Me Monday and Wordless Wednesday? Well I’ve decided to start up my own version of Thankful Tuesday!

I got the idea from this beautiful photography series from Brisbane-based photographer and mother-of-two Hailey Bartholomew who took a polaroid photo of one thing she was grateful for every day for 365 days.

Why Tuesday you ask? Well, that’s easy the day I’m most thankful is on a Tuesday when I’ve finished working outside the home for a whole week. I love, love, love Tuesdays. And yes, I get that Thankful Thursday may have made more sense, with the dual th-ing, but Tuesdays my most grateful day, so it stays!!

So here goes – my very first post:

Behold the toddler – she eats!! I am so happy that my once very fussy eater has turned into a voracious eater (even if it is temporary). And all it took to get her going was realising that she has a strong preference for Curries and Stir-Fries.

Behold the Toddler - She Eats!

I would love for everyone to participate! If you want to create your own Thankful Tuesday entry it’s easy:

1) Create your blog post

2) Copy this code for a link back to me:


3) Submit your link below

Then you can explore around what everyone else is grateful for and share the comment love.