Deceptively delicious, my ass
I went to my boxing boot camp class this morning at 5:45 AM. I usually only go on Saturdays because now we live in Irving and the class is in Dallas (yes, I love it and the people in it that much), but with Vivek working through dinner time, I have to work out sometime. Alex is not a fan of Jillian Michael's Shred by the way. And to be honest, neither am I (it's boring). I feel like exercise videos done at home are very 80s (Think Jane Fonda) with the exception of P90X and Insanity. Nothing 80s about that, and nothing will ever get me to do those...
Anyway, it was a bad decision. It decided to snow/sleet today and if people become the worst drivers in the world for rain in DFW, everyone who lives here knows what happens in anything worse than rain. I made it home from the gym in a little under an hour and got a terrible call: "This is Mrs. Belinda from Gymboree. I am cancelling class this morning because my husband doesn't want me to drive in..."
NO!!!! I count on Gymboree. Even though it's only 45 minutes long once a week, it's Tuesday's activity to wear Alex's butt out for nap time. I have to think of things Wed- Mon. Get your ass in the car, Mrs. Belinda. It's only water.
She continues: "BUT, there will be open gym..."
Thank god. I would risk a fender bender for my coveted two hours of alone time in the afternoon any day.
So on the calendar for Gymboree, today was "wear your favorite team colors" day. Since I already dressed Alex before I got the call, I just left him in the clothes thinking maybe other children who show up for open gym will also be dressed in team colors.
Like other Aggies, I am guilty of going a little overboard on the Aggie gear. This is Alex's introduction to his Aggie indoctrination.
Basically, no other child at Gymboree had on team colors of any kind. Alex marches in dressed like this and now I look like the a-hole who is so red ass (an Aggie term meaning someone who follows Aggie traditions and rules...) she has to deck her child out to prove it. I was embarrassed for him; I mean really, when is he going to start having an opinion about what I dress him in?
I would also like to announce that instead of Ramen noodles, Alex now eats an egg for lunch. I was really concerned that Alex was never going to eat anything with nutritional value. He came here at 18 months, only having a palate for formula, yogurt, and candy.
He did not want to try anything we gave him and spit out EVERYTHING! The books said to feed them whatever they would eat. For him, that was yogurt by the gallons and vanilla wafers.
Childhood obesity, here we come!
Now he eats more. He eats rice, spaghetti, bananas, different varieties of crackers, Indian food (crazy!), and eggs.
I have somewhat relaxed about it, but I am still worried that he is going to become really hangry (hungry and being angry about it...) because I have started limiting his choices and eliminating the crap. He pushes his plate away pretty quickly even when I know he probably isn't really done eating.
So I got this book:
What a great idea! You puree all kinds of vegetables and "hide" them in kid appealing junk food! You make cookies with spinach puree and macaroni and cheese with cauliflower puree.
I decided to make chocolate pudding with avocado puree because Alex loves chocolate above all. So I made the pudding and tasted it. I don't really like chocolate, but it definitely tasted chocolatey. Let's ignore the fact that if you didn't keep stirring it, it began taking a greenish hue from the avocado puree. I threw a few chocolate chips on top to entice (it's all about marketing) and got Alex really excited about it. "Mama's going to let you have chocolate?! Wow!"
He was truly excited. He smiled really big in appreciation and then took a heaping spoonful...
I can't really describe the look he got on his face. He started out in deep thought, and then the light went right out of his face, and after a slight display of betrayal, he deliberately pushed it away.
He threw is hands up in "all done" but then reached for the bowl again!
...only to eat the chocolate chips off the top.
Anyway, it was a bad decision. It decided to snow/sleet today and if people become the worst drivers in the world for rain in DFW, everyone who lives here knows what happens in anything worse than rain. I made it home from the gym in a little under an hour and got a terrible call: "This is Mrs. Belinda from Gymboree. I am cancelling class this morning because my husband doesn't want me to drive in..."
NO!!!! I count on Gymboree. Even though it's only 45 minutes long once a week, it's Tuesday's activity to wear Alex's butt out for nap time. I have to think of things Wed- Mon. Get your ass in the car, Mrs. Belinda. It's only water.
She continues: "BUT, there will be open gym..."
Thank god. I would risk a fender bender for my coveted two hours of alone time in the afternoon any day.
So on the calendar for Gymboree, today was "wear your favorite team colors" day. Since I already dressed Alex before I got the call, I just left him in the clothes thinking maybe other children who show up for open gym will also be dressed in team colors.
Like other Aggies, I am guilty of going a little overboard on the Aggie gear. This is Alex's introduction to his Aggie indoctrination.
Basically, no other child at Gymboree had on team colors of any kind. Alex marches in dressed like this and now I look like the a-hole who is so red ass (an Aggie term meaning someone who follows Aggie traditions and rules...) she has to deck her child out to prove it. I was embarrassed for him; I mean really, when is he going to start having an opinion about what I dress him in?
I would also like to announce that instead of Ramen noodles, Alex now eats an egg for lunch. I was really concerned that Alex was never going to eat anything with nutritional value. He came here at 18 months, only having a palate for formula, yogurt, and candy.
He did not want to try anything we gave him and spit out EVERYTHING! The books said to feed them whatever they would eat. For him, that was yogurt by the gallons and vanilla wafers.
Childhood obesity, here we come!
Now he eats more. He eats rice, spaghetti, bananas, different varieties of crackers, Indian food (crazy!), and eggs.
I have somewhat relaxed about it, but I am still worried that he is going to become really hangry (hungry and being angry about it...) because I have started limiting his choices and eliminating the crap. He pushes his plate away pretty quickly even when I know he probably isn't really done eating.
So I got this book:
I decided to make chocolate pudding with avocado puree because Alex loves chocolate above all. So I made the pudding and tasted it. I don't really like chocolate, but it definitely tasted chocolatey. Let's ignore the fact that if you didn't keep stirring it, it began taking a greenish hue from the avocado puree. I threw a few chocolate chips on top to entice (it's all about marketing) and got Alex really excited about it. "Mama's going to let you have chocolate?! Wow!"
He was truly excited. He smiled really big in appreciation and then took a heaping spoonful...
I can't really describe the look he got on his face. He started out in deep thought, and then the light went right out of his face, and after a slight display of betrayal, he deliberately pushed it away.
He threw is hands up in "all done" but then reached for the bowl again!
...only to eat the chocolate chips off the top.
LOL! You're hilarious! I have that book too. Try the ck nuggets. Does he like those? The brownies are supper good too :) Keep up with your blog.
ReplyDeleteThanks! And no, he does not like meat...except bacon. I will try the brownies. If he doesn't like them, I'm sure I will.
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