Iron Chef

Well, for those of you familiar with my children, you may know that they haven't eaten dinner in about a year and a half.  It's amazing that they are still alive.  My rule is that I make a family dinner and if they don't eat it then they go hungry for the night.  I NEVER give in and all the "experts" said this is the best way to get your kids to eat.  According to them it should take a few weeks and "your child will get the idea they have to eat what you make."  Well, they didn't count on the stubborness of the Swenson children.  So as I said, my kids live on breakfast and lunch alone.  So last night Eric and I decided we were sick of it and going to implement a new system--what they don't eat for dinner they get for breakfast.  If they don't eat it then, they get it for lunch and so on.   This morning was my first attempt at this and Tyler took an hour to eat, whining the whole time, but I was steadfast!  Then there is Jacob.  He actually ate all his chicken pretty well but when it came to the potatoes he had a harder time.  I put a bite in his mouth and he went to spit it out but I told him he had to chew it up and swallow it.  So he tries to chew it then gags.  I look up from the sink just in time to see him puke all over the table.  It wasn't a sick throw-up, just an "oh my gosh I hate this food I can't even chew it" throw up.  Regardless, it was disgusting.  So what do I do now?  Do I risk a vomit session each morning or just let him have his Eggos?  Ah, the joys of motherhood.

On a happier note, guess who pooped in the toilet yesterday?  JACOB!  Hooray!  Of course, he pooped in his diaper later too, but it does give one reason to hope that potty-training is near.  I actually have a pretty awesome picture of Jacob admiring his "business" but I thought that might take the blog a little too far!   You'll just have to use your imaginations.