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  • Food fight!

    We've got some eating issues in the Baby Squared household lately. In the interest of A.) Making sure I'm not the only one out there going through this B.) Letting you know that you're not the only one out there going through this, and C.) Getting free advice, I feel I should share.

     

    The most annoying problem by far is the throwing of food. Lately, when the girls don't feel like eating something, instead of just not eating it, they drop or fling it onto the floor. Broccoli? No thank you. Get the wretched thing out of my sight, please. Flick, fling, plop. Then they make the "more" sign in hopes that I will give them whatever it is they do want to eat, usually fruit, yogurt or Annie's cheddar bunnies. When they're feeling particularly punchy, they just start wiping their trays clean, flinging everything onto the floor. (Walls, etc.; while cleaning the other day I had to pick encrusted bits of mac and cheese off the windowsill with my nails -- what was left of them post crib-sheet changing, that is.)

     

    This is Elsa's specialty, and we respond to it by sternly saying no, food is not for throwing, it's for eating, etc., and take her tray away for a little bit, then give her another shot a few minutes later. The typical result: she eats a little more, then starts flinging again. Rinse, and repeat. It seems like despite our efforts to be "strict" about this one -- eventually, we say OK, that's it, meal's over -- it doesn't seem to stop her from letting out her inner John Belushi the next time around. She knows it gets a reaction. So, what to do? Are toddlers this age capable of learning table manners or should we just let them act like Visigoths? (No offense to any Visigoths out there; I've just heard your table manners aren't the best.)

     

    The other issue is snacking. And this may be the cause of the uptick in pickiness / food flinging at mealtimes. Increasingly, it seems, the girls ALWAYS want to be eating. Clio seems particularly bent on carb-loading in the afternoons (a girl after my own heart). "Kah-ga," meaning cracker, is one of her favorite words. I try to give her things like fruit and cheese as snacks if she's already had crackers or dry cereal, but the girl will whine and fuss until she's got something flour-based in her maw. Maybe I am just giving in too quickly. But she is damned stubborn. And do you know just how annoying a toddler's whining is? Of course you do. And you know how much easier it is to give the kid the damned cracker rather than try to distract her with educational activities or take the time to cut up an apple and then convince her to eat that instead. It's even worse when two toddlers are whining at once, like they're going to DIE if you don't give them more cheddar bunnies RIGHT NOW.

     

     

    I suspect that I'm giving in too quickly to their demands. I know kids this age need snacks, but I'm guessing that we shouldn't let them "graze" as much as we do. On the other hand, they seem awfully damned hungry. (But maybe it's just an oral fixation thing?)  I'd love to hear from the masses: Do you put limits on how much your little 'uns eat between meals, or are you spineless like me? Does it matter? Am I setting them up for a lifetime of poor eating habits? 

     

     

    In the meantime, I'm about to embark on a perilous outing: I'm going with the girls, in 95 degree heat, to a toddler-filled birthday party for 4-year old twins (whose hand-me-downs make up a good part of Elsa & Clio's wardrobe!), sans husband. All I can say is: I hope there's beer.

     


  • Eating out With Toddlers: A Primer

    Before A. and I had the kids, we loved eating out. It was one of our favorite things to do together, and we always did it a little more often and little better than we could really afford, but it never felt like money wasted. We'd spend lazy Saturday mornings drinking bottomless cups of coffee and stuffing ourselves with omelettes at various breakfast joints, have drinks and appetizers in the middle of the afternoon in the midst of long, leisurely rambles through Boston or Cambridge. Occasionally, we'd splurge on a nice dinner at a place where the waiters are annoying ("what we've done is we've taken a filet of salmon, we've rubbed it with saffron, then dragged it through a vat of roasted, pulverized almonds, then nailed it to the wall and thrown little snails at it...") but the food is so-o-o-o good.

     

    When the girls were teeny tiny newborns, and basically all they did was sleep, we went out a few times with them in their infant seats and ate normal meals, like normal adults. Those days, needless to say, are long gone. We've tried to go out with them a few times more recently, and I'm sorry to say that it's really not that pleasant. In fact, generally, I would not recommend dining out with twin toddlers. But if you are foolhardy enough to attempt it, you might find the following tips helpful:

     

    1. Bring food. Forget about this notion of waiting to "order" food because it's a "restaurant." Once you get your kiddos in a highchair, and assuming it's near a mealtime, they're gonna want to eat. So bring a snack and a sippy cup to hold them over until your order arrives. Or ask the restaurant to bring you some bread, stat. No, forget that; it takes too long. Bring your own.

     

    2. Bring toys, too. Or books, if that's what they're into. Basically anything they can hold onto before and after eating so they won't reach for the knives / Sweet and Low packets / wine glasses / your plate / etc. (Of course, they will anyway). In a pinch, spoons make pretty good toys, as do paper napkins.

     

    3. Go at an off-peak time. Everyone will have a better time if the restaurant you go to is not crowded, so you don't feel rushed and there are fewer other customers for your children to annoy. And by off-peak, I mean really off-peak. We made the mistake of going out this past Sunday morning to our neighborhood breakfast hotspot at around 9:00, thinking that we'd beat the hungover college crowd, but instead, we hit the older people and families with young kids crowd (duh). We felt stressed out the whole time. At one point Alastair looked across the table at me and said "This sucks!" A better strategy might have been tip #4.

     

    4. Go to a mediocre restaurant. It's less likely to be crowded, and let's face it: it's not like you're going to have an exquisite gustatory experience when you're moving knives and glasses and coffee cups out of reach of your children with one hand and shoveling food into your own face with another. Also, your child will prefer whatever you're having to whatever you've ordered for them, so you won't get to eat much of it anyway. If we'd gone to the cavernous, dimly-lit breakfast place across town staffed by surly Eastern European women instead of the aforementioned breakfast hot spot, we might not have gotten fresh fruit on our plates, but we might have actually enjoyed ourselves.

     

    5. Don't do it. Just don't. Unless you absolutely have to -- you're on vacation or something. Really, you're better off just staying home (it's cheaper, too) and make eating out a special, adults-only treat, as we did last night, to celebrate our anniversary. We got a sitter for a couple of hours and went to a great restaurant with annoying waiters and overpriced wine and not a highchair or booster seat in sight. And it. was. wonderful.

     



  • Twins at the table

    Now that everybody's digestive tracts are more or less back in functioning order, I thought I'd take a few minutes to document the unique systems of table manners that the girls have developed. I personally find many of these rather annoying and exasperating, but who am I to judge what may seem like perfectly reasonable practices to Elsa and Clio? I'm talking etiquette relativism, here. Just because I don't understand it or agree with it doesn't necessarily make it wrong. 

     

    Elsa's rules of etiquette: 

     

    1. Just as wine should be served in a stemmed glass, milk should be served through a nipple. Plastic or real, it doesn't matter. But under no circumstances should milk be served in a sippy cup. Water in a sippy cup is fine. Milk in a sippy cup? Gauche, gauche, gauche!

     

    2. If you do not feel like eating something, you should bunch your lips up, close your eyes, and shake your head "no." But a lady always has the right to change her mind. Just because you refuse a spoonful of something in one instance doesn't mean you can't open your mouth and whine to be fed that same food six seconds later.

     

    3. The graham cracker Clio is eating is better than the one you have. Take it!

     

     

     

     

    Clio's rules of etiquette:

     

    1. If mommy is going to eat or drink in front of you, she has to give you a bite or sip of her food or drink. You don't have to actually accept it. In fact, you can turn away when she offers it to you. The important thing is that she offers. Repeatedly. It's just a matter of respect.

     

    2. Food is always better when served to you directly out of a bowl, plate, or tupperware container. It doesn't matter if you already have some of that food in front of you on your highchair tray. Point at the container it was taken from and insist that mommy let you take some directly out of the container. Again, you don't have to actually eat it. (Don't be silly!) Feel free to throw it on the floor or drop it onto your sister's highchair tray, if that's what you're into.

     

    3. After taking a slug of milk or water from your sippy cup, it is traditional to fling the cup gleefully aside onto the floor. (You know how sometimes people do a champagne toast, then throw their glasses at the fireplace? Same thing, pretty much. Except be sure to cry for your cup back several seconds later.)

     

     

     

     

     

    Both Elsa and Clio Agree:

     

    To indicate that you are finished eating -- or if you just feel like having a little fun -- use both hands and, with a rapid wiping motion, clear all of the food off of your highchair tray onto the floor. It makes mommy say that "no" word, but seriously, what's she gonnna do about it? Stop feeding you? She is powerless. Your high chair is a throne. You are the sovereign. Show no mercy!

     

     

     



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Jane Roper

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One baby? Piece of cake. Try two. This working mother gives you the inside scoop on the ultimate in extreme parenting: twins.

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