Monday, July 09, 2012


Today's challenge was "big".  I spent all day at work busier than busy.  In the back of my head "big" kept knocking about.  I really couldn't think of anything big or impressive that was nearby and available for me to take pictures of.  I would have loved to go take pictures at the Nature Center of the big white oak at the corner of the property.  I wish I was in Colorado Springs at Garden of the Gods park and get some pictures of the big rock formations.  I don't live in a city so getting some pictures of some neat big buildings and architecture.

So, when I got home I asked Boo what was big that we could take pictures of.  We eventually came up with Lee, the huge puppy dog that Aunt Abi sent him for Christmas a few years ago now.  So, we had a bit of fun.  I like having fun with my boy-o.  (I couldn't decide which one I liked better, so you get two pictures tonight...)

But, dinner is no longer fun.  Teeth brushing before bed is no longer fun.  Both have become torture for everyone involved I think.  I keep telling myself that trying to get Boo to actually eat one, itty-bitty, teeny-tiny, mouse bite of whatever protein Gak and I are eating that evening.  He won't expand his diet if he won't try things.  But, if he doesn't want to try something, he's not going to like it.  That's the royal catch-22, now isn't it.  I hate the crying and the fussing and the sending the boy-o to bed without dinner.  I always make sure to have at least one thing for dinner that I know he actually likes and wants.  I make it clear that he can have as much of that as he wants, after he eats one bite of the "new" food.  And it's not like I'm making him eat an entire steak or something, about 1/4 of a taste.  Not even enough to really count as a bite.  Oh well.  We'll keep on this tack for a while longer and see if it deteriorates into total hell for everyone involved or if it becomes bearable.
I'm not holding my breath that he's suddenly going to start eating anything and everything, as I don't eat half as "correctly" as I should... I've posted before about how veggies and I usually just glare at each other from across the room.  I understand about icky textures and things tasting like dirt and the downright terror of trying something new.  I fought that hard every day until I was about 20.  I still have to push myself hard to get out of my comfort zone and get out of my food ruts and try new things and expand the boundaries of what I eat.  But, I can still feel that gut-wrenching fear of trying something.  Therefore, I don't really like forcing Boo down that path, but you do eventually have to face it.  And I was hoping it would be easier on everyone to start now, as opposed to later... What gets me is the fact that he used to eat just about anything I could get in his mouth until he was about 15 months old.

Anyhow, enough of my ranting.  I've got a boy-o in bed (maybe falling asleep, but I doubt it)... and an early day tomorrow.

Peace to all and may your fun outweigh the angst.


Margaret said...

That is one big dog. Love the one of boy and dog.

Addey said...

Actually, you can almost see him hiding under the dog in the top shot too... Yes, the dog is huge. It served Boo well as a place to sleep when Nana was visiting.