Those of you who know me well are aware of the fact that I try to run a tight ship. We live and die by a schedule. Bedtimes are set in stone (7 p.m. not one second later), the girls have to put their toys away before leaving (or at least help), and meals are at the same time (roughly) everyday. And at said meals, you get what I make and like it, or go to bed starving. Think I'm kidding? I'm not, I have sent Dizzle to bed four nights in a row after she ate next to nothing. Seriously, she had like three bites. (That would never happen with Doodle - She'd eat liver like it was chocolate.) Don't think it would work for your kids? It will. They will eventually get hungry enough and cave ... as long as you don't cave first.
Since she's starting to grasp how meal times work in this house, Dizzle has started to request certain food and/or told me how she feels about a food when the two of us are preparing the meal (which we do while Doodle naps). For instance, when she was eating lunch today she managed to say the following in a matter of seconds.
"That is very tasty."
"These strawberries are delicious."
"Chicken and pasta for dinner? That would be very good to make."
Basically, she is becoming a connoisseur of the very family friendly meals I prepare. And while her tastes are pretty standard for a preschooler, she asked me if she could consume the most off-the-wall (and repulsive) thing this morning at the doctor.
Here's a recap:
Dizzle and I were in the bathroom, collecting her urine sample (which apparently is necessary for a three year old.) Anyway, after much fighting, I actually managed to hold her up (since the toilet was not kid-friendly) and get all of three teaspoons of urine into the cup (most of it was on my hand.) When I placed the cup on the floor to wipe her, Dizzle bent over, picked up the cup and asked, "Can I drink it now?"
"Really? Drink your own pee? That's just gross."
Luckily, I was quick enough to stop her (without spilling the whole cup on the floor) and proceeded to explain how you should NEVER eat anything that comes out of your body. NO PEE, NO POOP, NO THROW-UP, NO BOOGERS, NO EARWAX, NO NOTHING. I hope she got the point, because I wouldn't put it past her to try it again. I mean, this is the girl who drew me a work of art on her bedroom walls (and door) with a piece of poop because she didn't want to take a nap. Oh God! I hope she didn't eat any of that either!