It Takes a Village

I love it when people help me with my children. Laurel loves crafts and art. I enjoy it too but I am not very talented, and even worse at teaching. This weekend Laurel really wanted to learn to knit. I called my neighbor, Joan, and asked her if she could give Laurel a lesson. I was amazed when thirty minutes later Laurel returned with yarn, needles and the start of a scarf. I am so grateful that I have people like Joan to help teach my children things that I do not know. I am equally grateful for my son’s wrestling coach. The phrase “it takes a village” just keeps becoming more and more of a mantra as my children get older and develop interests in areas that I just do not know.

Eat Your Veggies

All good mommies make their children eat their veggies, right? Well- here's what happened tonight: (Background is that Owen basically eats 5% fruit, 25% meat, 25% carbs, 10% milk and the remainder is not worth counting as nutritionally sound. )
Laurel came home from Brownies with a bucket full of cookies and Owen really wanted one. So I told him if he at least tried each item that we had for dinner, he could have one. The pork did not go down well but he got it down. Next, the squash. He gagged, made gross sounds, and created all sorts of drama. I said, "Owen- Just chew it, swallow it and wash it down with a drink." He chewed, he swallowed, he threw-up everything he had eaten in the past two hours- right at the dinner table. GROSS!