Food, marriage, business, and politics

 As usual these days, I have posts brewing in my head that just aren’t making it to the screen. So here are the lecks and shmecks for this week:

A few weeks back, the pediatrician gave us carte blanche to feed Roo just about anything he would eat. Suddenly, after months of being the most uninterested solid-food eater on the block, we can’t feed him fast enough. He’s eating 35-40 ounces of formula a day (I think this is what they mean by “eating us out of house and home”), plus 3-4 meals and a couple of snacks. Where does it go? He doesn’t even weigh 18 pounds.

Since the edict from the pediatrician, everything we’ve put in front of Roo has gone straight down the hatch, including, but by no means limited to: masala dosa, pickles, lemons, limes, grilled peppers, feta cheese, black beans with cumin and chili powder, spicy spanish rice, curried tofu, buckwheat waffles, and sauerkraut.

While this eat-everything-in-sight window is open, I want to give him as many things as we can. Any ideas about how long we get this before we get into picky-toddler eating?

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NSG’s new business has suddenly come together. A few months back, we decided to start a family day care. With lots of ever-so-collegial TA from Clementine, we managed to get things off the ground and figure out systems and set-up. We got our first deposit – from the mom of a baby due next week – before we even advertised. And then weeks went by, we showed the place to a million people, and – nothing. We alternated who panicked on any given day. And suddenly last week all of our spaces filled up, and we’re even sitting on a waiting list. I’m not surprised, but I am amazed that it all came together like this. The best part is seeing how happy NSG is with this business. Nannying – which she’s been doing so she can bring home a salary and have Roo with her – just sucks. She works for a great family, and there are tons of perks, but it’s the nature of that beast. It’s time for her to be her own boss, and I’m busy doing the happy dance for her – and for us.

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Thursday our state legislature is voting, for what feels like the 400th time, on the amendment to ban same-gender marriage. This is IT: if we kill it, it’s over, if it passes, it goes to a referendum. I’m trying not to feel pessimistic, but the get-thee-to-the-State-House emails are coming fast and furious, and everyone is being cagey about how the numbers look on the vote, which feels like bad news.

I can’t STAND the idea that our neighbors get to say have a say in what rights we get. The fact that they would have this say almost four years after we got these rights is just an extra kick in the teeth. 

Stay tuned. Roo and I will be down at the State House on Thursday, so I’ll write about it either here or over at Lesbian Family dot org.

On that note, I leave you with this (click the thumbnail so you can actually read it):

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5 Responses to Food, marriage, business, and politics

  1. Lisa V says:

    Three of my four children never got picky. They ate Indian food, they ate calamari, they ate everything we put in front of them.

    Maybe Roo will continue to do so too.

  2. Clementine says:

    The kids at work started to get pickier around 2.5 years old. However, only 1 of 7 is what I’d call a picky eater.

    Petunia will be at the State House, too, so be sure to look for her! She doesn’t think she’ll bring Hester because of how ugly things can get. UGH. My stomach’s in my throat till this is over.

    Congratulations to NSG and to you! I’m sorry I was so pessimistic the other night–I do think that being self-employed is AWESOME and that staying with Roo will be amazing. Best of luck, and don’t hesitate to call if I can be of any help!

  3. Susan says:

    He may not get picky–Curious Girl hasn’t, overmuch, although she has gotten susceptible to peer pressure in the moment (so if a friend looks at a plate and says “I don’t like potatoes!” she will announce that she doesn’t want any, either). I’d just do what you’re doing: feed him what you’re eating, let him eat what he wants, and enjoy your meals together. Those are the habits that will last, and if any of you go through an only-eating-white-food phase later or something, you’ll still be enjoying social meal time.

    Congrats to you and NSG on getting the business off the ground–and we’re all crossing fingers/toes for Thursday’s vote.

  4. shannon says:

    At almost 2.5 Nat has yet to be a picky toddler eater. She has her faves and her less-than-faves, but she will pretty much try everything once and eat 75% of it and the other 25%, she’ll probably eat on the second or third offer.

    I think the best thing you can do is keep it as varied as possible and make absolutely no big deal if he refuses something. I tend to say “that’s okay, you don’t have to eat what you don’t want to eat” and take it away and chill out about it when she refuses something. But I also keep offering, rather than crossing it off the list. Because they are fickle and forgetful and if no drama attended the refusal, they may not realize they decided not to like something.

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