Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Butter Side down..
In watching Chandler eat food, I almost get anxious to the point of making myself sick. What happens to little bodies that don't eat any fruit or vegetables? Not one. No apples, bananas, grapes. None. What kind of deficiency is he harboring in that skinny little frame? What kind of disease or cancer is waiting to flourish in his little cells? Every glass of juice he pushes back at me, and every time he turns his nose up at a new food, I am disheartened, sad to the point of tears. How long can he eat pop tarts and peanut butter sandwiches and not get sick? Doctors are idiots. "He's at a healthy weight."......sigh, so are some crack addicts. Channy doesn't have many "OCD autism characteristics." By that I mean, no lining up, no rigid routines. However, I study the manner in which he eats. Toast is always butter side down. Yellow Cheez-its are yummy, White Cheez-its are yucky. We don't eat cut up spaghetti, we must twirl it long with only Prego Ricotta Parmesan sauce on it. I am becoming a master of being a sneaky chef. I have purchased and perused books, and I have made tiny gains like baby food veggies in the spaghetti sauce (thank you Kate). So my crafty mother in law made a chocolate cake with bananas in the mix. PERFECT, right? Uh...yeah, nice try. He licked of the icing and dumped the piece of cake in the garbage. So much for step 2. SIGH.