Friday, July 31, 2009

Eating .... or not.

J doesn't like to eat. She doesn't like to eat much. She doesn't like to eat often.

She used to eat noodles and sauce, so I could hide all kinds of things in with the tomatoes. She doesn't eat that anymore. Well that's not true, she will eat it only at Sherway Garden Mall in the food court from one particular vendor.

She will eat fruit. Sometimes.

She has decided that she likes toast with butter. She will eat toast with butter. Sometimes.

She will eat salami, sliced chicken, steak, and shrimp.

She also has a love of anything processed. She loves KD, hotdogs, french fries, Alphagetti, and canned peaches.

Yet somehow she has more energy than many kids I know. She is at the top of her growth chart for height and weight. She is beaming with health and life.

I am sure that one day she will expand her diet. She won't be married and making a dinner of peanut butter wrap-ups with a side of grapes for her partner. Maybe one day she will stop sniffing each new food that she encounters with that little wrinkle in her nose that I just can't resist.

Maybe she gets her food energy from the sun. Maybe there is more nutrients in pancake then I am aware of. Maybe I should just stop worrying about it and be gratefull that she is healthy and strong. Yeah right.

Thursday, July 30, 2009


I couldn't fall asleep last night. I am listening (yes listening, not reading) to My Sister's Keeper. It has been so long since I have read something interesting and engaging (the Twilight Series doesn't actually count as literature) that I find I am unable to get it out of my head.

So last night I listened. For hours.

J woke up first at 4. Then C at 4:15. Then J at 4:45. Then C at 5:10. Then that was it. They were both up. Unfortunately that means that I have to be up to.

Did I mention that I was 'reading' until 2:30am?


They are in such good moods that it is hard to be annoyed for too long. Right now C is eating whatever I put on her tray and J is watching her toast.

J wants to know if the world is awake yet. "No honey, just us" I tell her.


So we are going to see a child phychologist. I just don't know how to handle a four year old who is more savvy then me.

I need help.

She is going off for a visit for a few days so we can talk freely without her littel ears catching every word.

I am nervous. I keep waiting for something to be wrong with my perfect little girl. I keep waiting for the diagnosis.

I knew it: OCD, ADHD, Gerneralized Anxiety, Tourette's, Sensory Integration, ...

She is fine. She is great. She is smart and beautiful and wonderful. She is full of energy and knows her mind. She is going to grow up to be incredible. If I can figure out how to get her there.