I'm still in survival mode.
And after reading what sounds like very good advice on parenting toddlers (actually, parenting full stop), I'm thinking I should try harder. Ditch the lazy 'battle-it-through' and adopt a more understanding approach. Except that I'm very tired.
So I'm not very patient at the moment. Which isn't so great for understanding a child's perspective. It looks like I'm back where I started.
Working out what is going on, deciding on different strategies and putting them into practice... well, it's draining just thinking about it.
But it's what I will do. Eventually. I'm not one for leaving things to sort themselves out (although I should sometimes). I over-think and I analyse to death. So I'll work it out. Even if by that stage he's a teenager.
In the meantime, we're just pottering.
Quietly, I always hope. But very noisily, in reality.
While I pottered the other day layering vegetable scraps and newspaper shreds in the compost, Luca asked to pick some kale.
Truth is my heart sank. Not because he wanted to pick kale, but because Kian was hovering. Kian copies, like any sibling does. But he does everything more wildly.
I had visions of Luca picking a few leaves, then Kian pulling out all the kale from their roots. Thinking that was tremendous fun, he'd move onto the spinach and lettuce and within a minute, it would look like a whipper-snippered mess.
It was nothing like that, of course.
Luca snipped. Kian watched.
A bit of kale. A bit of spinach.
This is the best bit: I suggested making a juice out of it. And we did.
A juice of kale, spinach, banana, frozen berries, lemon, bee pollen and maca powder.
I have absolutely no idea what the bee pollen and maca powder do. I just know it's good stuff.
Thanks to Nicola Chatham, I'm not only growing all of these glorious leaves on a patch of concrete by my washing line, but because she introduced me to Jessica Ainscough, aka the Wellness Warrior, I'm making juices I probably never would have made.
They drank the lot.
Kian, my fussy little eater, who throws food across the table, who kicks his plate in disgust...
Consumed. And. Enjoyed. Raw. Greenery.
It was a lovely moment.
And after reading what sounds like very good advice on parenting toddlers (actually, parenting full stop), I'm thinking I should try harder. Ditch the lazy 'battle-it-through' and adopt a more understanding approach. Except that I'm very tired.
So I'm not very patient at the moment. Which isn't so great for understanding a child's perspective. It looks like I'm back where I started.
Working out what is going on, deciding on different strategies and putting them into practice... well, it's draining just thinking about it.
But it's what I will do. Eventually. I'm not one for leaving things to sort themselves out (although I should sometimes). I over-think and I analyse to death. So I'll work it out. Even if by that stage he's a teenager.
In the meantime, we're just pottering.
Quietly, I always hope. But very noisily, in reality.
While I pottered the other day layering vegetable scraps and newspaper shreds in the compost, Luca asked to pick some kale.
I had visions of Luca picking a few leaves, then Kian pulling out all the kale from their roots. Thinking that was tremendous fun, he'd move onto the spinach and lettuce and within a minute, it would look like a whipper-snippered mess.
It was nothing like that, of course.
Luca snipped. Kian watched.
A bit of kale. A bit of spinach.
This is the best bit: I suggested making a juice out of it. And we did.
A juice of kale, spinach, banana, frozen berries, lemon, bee pollen and maca powder.
I have absolutely no idea what the bee pollen and maca powder do. I just know it's good stuff.
Thanks to Nicola Chatham, I'm not only growing all of these glorious leaves on a patch of concrete by my washing line, but because she introduced me to Jessica Ainscough, aka the Wellness Warrior, I'm making juices I probably never would have made.They drank the lot.
Kian, my fussy little eater, who throws food across the table, who kicks his plate in disgust...
Consumed. And. Enjoyed. Raw. Greenery.
It was a lovely moment.
we've been juicing kale too - we call it green monster juice. How could a little boy refuse? x
ReplyDeleteEverything aside, those boys are mighty cute. Hope things are looking up for you this week x
ReplyDeleteWow! As a mother of a VERY picky three year old, I am impressed that they drank all that goodness! I wish my boy would drink something that nutritious. x
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome! It seems like when kids are involved with picking a veggie they're so much more likely to want to eat it. How cool that you are growing kale among the concrete!!
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