Jezzies, I would like to introduce you to my new furbaby. Her name is Miuccia and she is ten weeks old. She doesn't have her blue eyes any more but she hates getting her photo taken so the only decent picture I have of her is her listing photo. Isn't she cute?
YOU GUYZZZZ!!!!!! I literally just submitted my M.A. thesis to the board of examiners. It's all over - a year of prep, 3 months of field research, 2 months of writing, and half a week of editing, crying, and drinking various liquors out of bottles.
"child of mine" is a great book discussing ALL OF THIS. I highly recommend it for you and littlemoonie. :) hugs to you, fellow mom who has similar issues as I!
Duuude, I can not tell you how glad/relieved(?) I am to read your comment, as I still struggle and am hassled by my family today.
Me too! They taste like candy to me. Our CSA has been on tomato overload this week and it's glorious. I think some people might not like them because the grocery store ones are genetically designed for shelf longevity, not flavor. Heirloom tomatoes are heaven.
I hid my brocolli under the chair cushion and would sneak back in at night to clean up. You're not alone
You would be amazed how much change can come from becoming more active and eating well. I had some medical issues, baby growing, and medical issues that arose from baby growing that lead to over 85 lbs of weight gain. I felt (okay, still feel) gross and oogly and all sorts of negative body stuff. The last few weeks…
No, I'm there with you. I don't know that I could have grasped it when I was a kid, but it would have been something to know that there were so many of us, and that I was not a terrible, horrible child.
I used to roll my brussells sprouts onto other people's plates when they weren't looking, and mash my turnips into a thin film on my plate so it would look like I ate some.
I got caught at 4 when I tried to ditch some spinach and rice in the trash. I sat at the table alone and crying. I would take some food and put it in a napkin, ball it up and put it in my lap. And now, as an adult, my dad has the audacity to tell me I'm neurotic because I pick at my food. I am much better than I used…
Ha, no. My mom just always liked to have a plant (real or fake) or bowl of potpourri or whatnot in the middle of the table when we weren't eating.
Right back at you! It takes a lot of self restraint to not smack down the grandparents in front of the littles, but the littles are so much better for it. Sometimes leaving the baggage at the station is for the best.
Hiding my spaghetti in my glass of milk while I silently sobbed so my mom wouldn't hear me and see me hiding it is one of my worst childhood memories.
I did the exact same thing as a kid.
He is real, dammit! That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!
I was very finicky as a child, and my parents always worried that it was to my detriment because I was also very petite. They always made me clean my plate, but they always gave reasonable portions for a child (and you couldn't have seconds of anything until your plate was clean).
I had three food adventurers who would eat anything you put on a plate (this entails hazards of its own, but that's another story) plus one non-eater who should technically have starved to death in toddlerhood. There was a roughly three year period when we never actually caught him in the act of eating.
I don't want my plates to be happy. I want them to be miserable like the rest of my dinnerware.
I got a couple kids eating brussel sprouts quite happily simply by getting them involved in the preparation of them, and doing something other than boiling the shit out of them. Ditto broccoli and spinach.
