Monday, March 29, 2010

The 19-Month-Old Palate

...in which I generally brag on my daughter. Fair warning.

You hear all of these stories about kids and what poor eaters they are. 'Timmy will only eat fish sticks', or 'Jessica won't touch anything that looks even remotely green.' It's not that I don't believe those parents, and it's not that I don't think they're trying hard enough to coax their child into eating healthy, interesting food. It's just that here, at Casa de Stopster, we don't have to worry about that. As you all know, Maddie's always had a fairly healthy appetite, but what you may not know is that her taste buds are accustomed to a pretty wide range of ingredients.

Miss Thing still loooooves broccoli, but she's also expanded her vegetable repertoire to include corn (or kowns, as she calls them), peas, carrots (sometimes), asparagus, mushrooms, tomatoes (yes, yes, I know they're technically a fruit), onions, peppers of all varieties, and tonight--beansprouts. She'll eat just about any kind of meat you put in front her, adores almost all fruit, and as far as I know, has never met a carb she didn't want to devour. Oh, and she worships fish. Oh, yes. Fish. Whenever I cook anything that swims, she gets her own fillet, which she will stuff into her mouth by the handful. And when she's done, she will demand more. It doesn't even matter how it's prepared--baked, seared, pan-fried. All are fine in Maddie's book.

It probably sounds like I'm bragging, and I am. (To be fair, I warned you at the beginning of the post.) Also, I'm aware of the evil force that is toddler karma, and I know this will probably come back to bite me in the posterior, but I'm pretty proud of the fact that she'll eat good-tasting, good-for-you food. Not that Jon and I really take any credit for it. We do have a fairly strict meal-time policy that if you don't eat what you're given you don't eat, and we do continually offer her a variety of choices, but beyond that, she just seems to like to eat. In fact, one of her new favorite activities is "helping" me cook, and I think it's mostly because she gets to sample small tidbits of whatever I'm making, as we're going along. (By the way, this is a great way to introduce new vegetables to her because when I'm cooking, she'll eat an-y-thing I put in front of her--including plain yogurt, half a lemon, chopped parsley, and raw mushrooms.) Anyway, to sum it all up, I thought I'd share some of her more interesting meal choices over the last few weeks:

Baked fish with tomatoes, corn, and onions over couscous
Polenta with mushrooms, tomatoes, onions and garlic
Pepper steak (stir-fry style)
Tuna casserole (I found a great new, and unusual, recipe, if anyone wants it)
Steak pasta
Creamy salmon pasta
Mu-shu pork with cabbage, carrots, and beansprouts (which it turns out is all just a vehicle for Hoison sauce, but yes, my kid eats Hoisin sauce!)


Since we're on the topic of food, I thought I'd share a couple of photos from our first ever family ice cream outing. It was so unbelievably nice here today that we decided to head out for a little Sylas and Maddy's after dinner. Um, yeah, so not everything we feed her is healthy...but it is good. (Photos by Alaina)

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

(cough, cough) Rant (cough)

Gentle readers, I present to you my Top 5 least favorite things about spring cold season:

5. The cold will inevitably start with the youngest member of your family. Caring for said youngster will wear you down until you to submit to the fury that is the spring cold.

4. The kid will fare better and recover far sooner than you will.

3. Coughing keeps everyone awake. Coughing will cause your child to wake up in the middle of the night. It is almost impossible to fall asleep next to someone who is coughing. It is also completely impossible to fall asleep while coughing, as Jon and I both discovered at 11 p.m. last night.

2. At some point, someone will leave a tissue in their pocket, and the tissue will go through the washer and dryer causing you to spend an extra 15 minutes picking tiny bits of 2-ply out a load of clean laundry.

1. Snot. Tonight, instead of a good-night kiss, my darling, dearest girl gave me a hug and then grabbed a fistful of my t-shirt and wiped her nose on it.

Ah, spring cold season, I would curse you unto heaven, if it wouldn't result in a massive coughing fit...

Monday, March 8, 2010

Tete-a-Toddler: Conversations with a Budding Linguist

Time: Friday evening

Place: the kitchen table

Jon: Maddie, are you pooping?

Maddie: (red in the face, eyes watering, grunting) No.

Jon: Maddie, you're pooping! Are you pooping?

Maddie: (still the same, but possibly louder grunting) No.

Jon: Maddie-

Maddie: Bye-bye, Daddy.

Me: Maddie, what are you doing? Are you pooping?

Maddie: Bye-bye, Mommy.


Time: Saturday afternoon

Place: the kitchen table

Me: Maddie, you need to eat more chicken.

Maddie: (very seriously and with a slight nod) A bee-ana.

Me: We're not having bananas for lunch. You need to eat more chicken.

Maddie: A bee-ana.

Me: No bananas. We don't even have any bananas. Are you all out of milk? Do you want some water?

Maddie: A bee-ana. (Still completely serious)

Me: There are no bananas. You need to eat more chicken, or you're done with lunch.

Maddie: A bee-ana.


Time: Sunday evening

Place: Living room (during the Bracket unveiling, which is the only reason she was allowed to eat in the living room)

Me: Maddie, are you going to eat more of your pizza?

Maddie: No. Ah dun.

Me: Do you want some more broccoli?

Maddie: Yeah!


Time: Monday afternoon

Place: Kitchen

Maddie: A walk.

Me: No, it's too windy to go for a walk.

Maddie: A walk! (Pushing her trike-stroller into the kitchen)

Me: Sorry, baby, but we can't go on a walk today. You can walk out to get the mail with me, if you want.

Maddie: A walk!

Me: Sweetie, no. No walk.

Maddie: Tah-git*?

That's my girl...

*Tah-git = Target