Besides not wearing pearls and an apron, I also don't cook breakfast. Or I should say that when I do, it's a special occasion (which could just amount to me having an unusually endorphin-loaded morning). Even then the fare's gonna be simple: eggs, fried or scrambled, bacon, maybe pancakes. That's enough big deal for me at 10 AM on a Saturday. But during the week? Forget it. I'm lucky to squeeze a shower over my body and some food into my mouth most weekdays, what with a homeschooled child who's the antithesis of a wallflower and the fact that I'm usually juggling several jobs at once.
That's why my 5th grader knows how to feed himself.
Bear in mind that even as I type this note, both I and my son's father are riding the boy's behind about eating a balanced diet... "Okay, add a piece of fruit to that can of ravioli..."
"Feeding oneself" is a relative concept, I guess.
The quantity or type of food in our pantry doesn't matter much in terms of The Boy's selections. This morning, his choice of breakfast items were most likely driven more by his artistic nature than anything else. He's inherited a lot of that, poor kid. I've already encouraged him to think of creative expressions as inexpensive therapy for the future.
Starting when he was a toddler barely able to hold a fat marker, The Boy would occasionally spring from his little bed and make a beeline for the nearest piece of paper, marker or crayon, and commence t'drawing.
He moved like he'd been possessed by Picasso's ghost, big eyes focused intently on blank paper, whole chubby little arm moving in mostly circular patterns, an occasional 'dot-dot-dot' sound punctuating the picture. Zoned out.
"Did you have a dream?" I asked the first time this possession occurred.
"Nope," he spouted.
"Whatcha drawin?" I tried. At that point, obviously flustered with my queries, the artist would sigh heavily, pause his work ever so briefly, and appear to be searching for words. "It's okay, I'm just curious," I'd comfort. "Keep drawing." And he would.
Now he's more likely to be building (with Legos and relateds) than drawing, but in the same driven way, haunted by spirits of architects or engineers. He still draws now and then, and he's starting to experiment in the kitchen like his mom.
This morning, with a
welcomed clear blue sky and a refreshing case of The Witties (you gotta notice it clearly whenever it occurs at this age), he descended into his favorite color via clothing and food.
Pickles and key lime yogurt, anyone?
That's why my 5th grader knows how to feed himself.
Bear in mind that even as I type this note, both I and my son's father are riding the boy's behind about eating a balanced diet... "Okay, add a piece of fruit to that can of ravioli..."
"Feeding oneself" is a relative concept, I guess.
The quantity or type of food in our pantry doesn't matter much in terms of The Boy's selections. This morning, his choice of breakfast items were most likely driven more by his artistic nature than anything else. He's inherited a lot of that, poor kid. I've already encouraged him to think of creative expressions as inexpensive therapy for the future.
Starting when he was a toddler barely able to hold a fat marker, The Boy would occasionally spring from his little bed and make a beeline for the nearest piece of paper, marker or crayon, and commence t'drawing.
He moved like he'd been possessed by Picasso's ghost, big eyes focused intently on blank paper, whole chubby little arm moving in mostly circular patterns, an occasional 'dot-dot-dot' sound punctuating the picture. Zoned out.
"Did you have a dream?" I asked the first time this possession occurred.
"Nope," he spouted.
"Whatcha drawin?" I tried. At that point, obviously flustered with my queries, the artist would sigh heavily, pause his work ever so briefly, and appear to be searching for words. "It's okay, I'm just curious," I'd comfort. "Keep drawing." And he would.
Now he's more likely to be building (with Legos and relateds) than drawing, but in the same driven way, haunted by spirits of architects or engineers. He still draws now and then, and he's starting to experiment in the kitchen like his mom.
This morning, with a
Pickles and key lime yogurt, anyone?
Love it!
If you guys own a juicer he could really have some fun.
Posted by: Mira | 03/30/2010 at 09:25 AM
Pretty sure that juicers made the list subsequent to the 1st one... :)
http://trailerparkkarma.com/2010/01/useless-kitchen-appliances.html
Posted by: trailer park bodhisattva | 03/30/2010 at 10:20 AM
yes /true - and we have one you can have!! There are many many green foods to juice!
Posted by: Doni | 03/30/2010 at 10:27 AM
Um. I'm game if the juicer can live at other house...
Posted by: trailer park bodhisattva | 04/01/2010 at 10:43 PM