Friday, September 12, 2008

Lettin' me be myself...oh yeah.

As you all know Raph is allergic to milk, egg and peanut. And has only just recently added chicken nuggets into his diet. Effectively he's vegan by default. This, as you might imagine, presents all sorts of challenges in feeding him. He's allergic to half the things out there, amazingly picky about the remaining half and subsists on next to nothing (in terms of variety). I would like to also point out that he does not tolerate change well. At all. In the last year he's finally come to terms with the change of seasons and what that does to your wardrobe. He was that 19 mo old screaming, "WEEVES! WEEVES!!!" and trying to rip the offending sleeves off his arms because, presumably, they were burning his flesh. Did I mention he's got a flare for the dramatic?

Add up all of those hurtles and you've got dining with Raph = hair pulling, wailing and gnashing of teeth (but only on other teeth, not actual food).

Today's goal was to get him to taste and almond butter and honey sandwich...you know Honey Nut Cheerios in sandwich form? I made a delectable sandwich, cookie cuttered it into a T-Rex and told Raph, "If you take one bite you can eat whatever you want. You just have to try it." He promptly told me that he was not hungry today and probably wouldn't be hungry later either.
Fair enough.

Then Colin gets out a box of crackers. Raph wanted some...what?! I thought you weren't hungry! I explain again, taste the sandwich then the cheez its. After some complaining Raph asks me, "Mommy, do you know that song at the end of Shrek the Third where he says 'be myself'?" Yes. "Yeah, Mommy that song is about how you should let me be myself and that means with food too. If I don't want to eat a honey butter sandwich then you should let me be myself and not eat it."
Oh TOUCHE!!! That would make your Daddy proud! How do you argue with that? He's right, after all, shouldn't I let him be himself? WRONG! I'm not trying to poison him or make him eat fish eyeballs. It was a very good almond butter and honey sandwich. I tried it, it was fab.

So I respond, "Yeah, well I'm your mommy and I said you need to take a bite then you can have crackers." We negotiated down to a honey only sandwich, he took a bite, proclaimed it was nasty and had his crackers. I have to try, right?

Oh what was that? Colin now says 'dirty'? Yes he does. Especially when he's eating yogurt. Mmmm, wall yogurt!*
*Please note that he had only just begun to eat the yogurt, it was on the walls, floors, chairs, table, over the pony wall onto my diaper bag, in his hair, eyelashes, on his clothes and maybe in his mouth. I'm not sure. He remained naked the rest of the night until he was finished eating.
Colin is equally challenging with food. He has no official limitations, outside those that come with a handful of teeth, yet he is probably more picky than Raph. Imagine that! He is picky about food, already, and yet he has a wide array of non-food items that he consumes regularly. His latest, blue bath tub tints. I can't WAIT to see what that diaper will look like...

~~~I wanna...thank you..for lettin' me be myself...oh yeah! I wanna, thank you, for lettin' me be myself...oh YE-AH!~~~

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