The Snack Cup: A Follow Up To The Carrot Test
Little E was one, fata** baby. I can say that now.
At the time, I was oblivious to his weight issue. Well, sort of.
Sure, people made crazy comments every time I ventured out in public.
WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING THAT BABY?
HE SURE DOESN'T MISS A MEAL!
LOOK AT THOSE PULKES!
But I just saw my sweet little boy, when I looked at him.
He began walking in January (FINALLY) and pretty much stopped eating around the same time. I even heard that some of the other kids were gossiping about his babyrexia.
Personally, I believe Little E heard and understood every back handed comment that had been casually thrown his way and had finally had enough of it.
For lunch today, I made him mini tortellinis, carrots, and a tangerine.
He excitedly ran to his little table, sat down, and proceeded to house the tangerine.
And then he was done. He ran off before I could even wipe the citrus juice off of him.
Frustration pulsed through my veins. Why won't this kid eat his meals? He has got to be hungry.
I didn't have too much time to worry about it, as we had to leave to pick Big E up from camp. I looked at his plate full of food and had another great, mind game idea.
Remember the carrot test? When I don't think Big E is hungry, as he is always begging for food, I offer him carrots. If he eats them, I know he is for real. Who wants to eat carrots, anyway?
This time I popped open a snack cup. These are usually reserved for bribery goodness such as goldfish, puffs, and raisins. Interestingly, all things that Little E has no problem eating.
I dumped the contents of his plate into the snack cup, and threw it in my diaper bag.
Once I had Little E loaded in the bus, I pulled out the snack cup.
SNACK! SNACK! SNACK!
His eyes lit up. The straps of his car seat cut into him as he tried to lunge forward at the prize.
I happily handed Little E his lunch, camouflaged as a snack cup.
And you know what?
That little turd ate the whole dang thing on the way to camp. The same exact food he had refused to eat minutes earlier.
I was one happy Mrs. Yoy.
DISCLAIMER:
I, in no way, ever thought Little E had a weight issue. Neither did his doctor. It was just every one else in the world.
At the time, I was oblivious to his weight issue. Well, sort of.
Sure, people made crazy comments every time I ventured out in public.
WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING THAT BABY?
HE SURE DOESN'T MISS A MEAL!
LOOK AT THOSE PULKES!
But I just saw my sweet little boy, when I looked at him.
He began walking in January (FINALLY) and pretty much stopped eating around the same time. I even heard that some of the other kids were gossiping about his babyrexia.
Personally, I believe Little E heard and understood every back handed comment that had been casually thrown his way and had finally had enough of it.
For lunch today, I made him mini tortellinis, carrots, and a tangerine.
He excitedly ran to his little table, sat down, and proceeded to house the tangerine.
And then he was done. He ran off before I could even wipe the citrus juice off of him.
Frustration pulsed through my veins. Why won't this kid eat his meals? He has got to be hungry.
I didn't have too much time to worry about it, as we had to leave to pick Big E up from camp. I looked at his plate full of food and had another great, mind game idea.
Remember the carrot test? When I don't think Big E is hungry, as he is always begging for food, I offer him carrots. If he eats them, I know he is for real. Who wants to eat carrots, anyway?
This time I popped open a snack cup. These are usually reserved for bribery goodness such as goldfish, puffs, and raisins. Interestingly, all things that Little E has no problem eating.
I dumped the contents of his plate into the snack cup, and threw it in my diaper bag.
Once I had Little E loaded in the bus, I pulled out the snack cup.
SNACK! SNACK! SNACK!
His eyes lit up. The straps of his car seat cut into him as he tried to lunge forward at the prize.
I happily handed Little E his lunch, camouflaged as a snack cup.
And you know what?
That little turd ate the whole dang thing on the way to camp. The same exact food he had refused to eat minutes earlier.
I was one happy Mrs. Yoy.
DISCLAIMER:
I, in no way, ever thought Little E had a weight issue. Neither did his doctor. It was just every one else in the world.
These legs are seriously amazing. I miss them every day.
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