Athabasca Falls. This water will ultimately end up in Great Slave Lake and then move onto the Arctic ocean, a trip of 4000 km. Mind boggling.
The weekend was not as smooth or as refreshing as hoped. Jack and his poppa argued a lot about food. Jack is a picky eater. I am a picky eater. Many people with ADHD are picky eaters. It's a thing, but it's also embarrassing and potentially harmful to your health. However, two days of crappy eating is not going to kill you. Jack is also on a drug whose side effect is loss of appetite which peaks around lunch time. He's not hungry at your standard lunch time.
I was raised at a time when you were supposed to finish what was on your plate, so was my husband. There was the depression, and the war, and the whole spare the rod and spoil the child thing too. Mealtimes turned into a war of wills when I was a child and I was as stubborn as my parents. I would go hungry rather than eat something that made me gag, or that I didn't like. I was skinny as hell until I learned how to cook in Home Ec at the age of twelve, and I started cooking some of the family meals, meals that I liked, meals that didn't make me gag.
I'm still picky but less embarrassed about it now, but I do not want Jack to grow up with an eating disorder because his poppa thinks Jack should eat what and when poppa thinks he should. Meals became a time of negotiations and tears. So that was fun.
The best news is that Miss Katie has a gyne appointment for tomorrow. I have no idea how that happened but I'm just glad it's happening. Katie's never had a gyne exam so it might also be an exciting appointment (depending on how you define excitement). I will give her ativan prior to her examination.
We were supposed to get new windows tomorrow and Wednesday, but the company screwed up and now we're getting them Wednesday and Thursday, not a huge deal.
Otherwise, not much going on. I did get my moon jar back and some plant pots that turned out nicely. My casserole dish glazing wasn't that great, and it has developed a crack on the first use. Back to the clay to try again. I made a bunch of bee baths, so we'll see how those turn out.
That first photo is magnificent! Glad to hear Miss Katie will see the gynecologist tomorrow. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteThe doctor's appointment went well. I'll write more tomorrow.
DeleteWell do I remember sitting at the kitchen table at lunchtime, gagging as I tried to eat canned peas as a child. Couldn't do it but they made me sit there the entire lunch hour before school one afternoon. My parents must've given up after that.
ReplyDeleteI was a fussy eater but at age 20 visited a psychologist who gave me a hypnosis treatment and taught me self-hypnosis and I began to find healthy food and cottage cheese and onions, and all kinds of things I would never eat before, appetizing after that. Still won't eat canned peas though.-Kate
I have a limit diet. My main problems are textures and the taste of bitterness.
DeleteFingers crossed for that important appointment.
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot of troubling ideology around food, isn't there? Nourishment vs fuel, etc. I think it's quite emotional for most people.
Food is very emotional. When I started working in a restaurant at the age of 17, I found out a lot of people don't like things.
DeleteGreat pictures! My best wishes for a good appointment for your daughter! I hope it will bring results.
ReplyDeleteMealtimes were often battles in my childhood, we had to eat what was offered and finish our plates no matter what. Lots of tears (and gagging). My mother suffered greatly during and after the war from lack of food and she forced us to eat as a form of revenge I think.
The Orthopaedic surgeon who treated me here just published a report on a young boy with ADHD who was diagnosed with scurvy because he only ate white bread and processed cheese. She said the parents were helpless.
My dad grew up in poverty and with mum, it was the war and rationing. I understand where they came from, but it didn't work for me and I will not put another child through that.
DeleteFortunately Jack eats enough variety to prevent scurvy.
Your photos look like postcards; they are gorgeous! Being a Washingtonian, it's the kind of scenery I love with mountains, water and trees. Picky eater issues are so tricky. My dad, a Depression era guy, was a "clear your plate" guy when I was younger but softened his stance later on, mainly because my mother told him off! He often said, "Waste not, want not." Sharky has become a pickier eater; OD handles it so well, allowing him to figure out the parts of the meal he wants to eat. When they have tacos, he only wants cheese and the tortilla. Sorry about the cracked pot; it's a great excuse to do more pottery!
ReplyDeleteSo many kids have things they don't like. My children were picky as young kids but aren't anymore, except Katie. She's gotten more picky where she used to eat everything.
DeleteI'm sorry the weekend wasn't a chance to rest and recharge. I'm glad you have pottery, at least. I love the pictures, and the chicken made me laugh. ❤️
ReplyDeleteChickens are good for the soul I think:)
DeleteI just love those photos.....so different to anything I see here in Hertfordshire UK !!
ReplyDeleteHope the appointment is successful for Katie.
The appointment we well. I'll write more tomorrow.
DeleteI remember seeing the beautiful Athabasca Falls.
ReplyDeleteI hope all goes well for Katie and you at the specialist.
Athabasca Falls are so beautiful and photograph so well.
DeleteI hope all goes well with Katie's appointment, and that you get a plan if action.
ReplyDeleteFood can quickly become a power struggle, so much better to be calm if possible. I was taught to let a child put his own food on his plate, however little, eat it and if he wants more, he serves himself. For some kids that's better because they have power and are likely to eat a variety. Being faced with a plate of food can seem overwhelming. But kids vary and so does the tolerance of parents!
Kids do vary and meals are when everyone is usually hungry and a little grumpy. I make separate meals for Jack because we don't want to eat bland food and his food is quick and easy to make.
DeleteI appreciated the final meme almost as much as I appreciated the excellent image of Athabasca Falls at the top. As for the words in between, perhaps Big Poppa should read them and reflect upon the way he approaches food encouragement with Jack. I feel for Big Poppa because I am sure that he simply wants the best for Jack. The psychology of eating is a very delicate area and it would be very easy to give a small child hang-ups and eating issues that could be avoided by deploying different tactics.
ReplyDeleteMy husband worries about Jack not getting enough nutrition but the way he's going about it isn't working.
DeleteYour pictures are beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to recall any food I wouldn't eat as a kid ... 🤔 I can't think of anything ... I ate everything! As an older adult, on my own, I won't touch liver! LOL
Thanks Marcia. Mum only ever cooked liver for dad because he liked it. She usually gagged when she put it in the frying pan and we were never forced to eat it, thank god.
DeleteAs a child there were a few foods I simply could not eat. One was cooked cabbage. When my mother and stepfather first got married, he forced me to eat some. He had been raised very, very poor and there was no allowance for uneaten food on the plate. So. I ate the cabbage.
ReplyDeleteI gagged and vomited.
I was pleased. He never tried to make me eat cabbage again.
Well done my friend:) I often gagged when I couldn't handle the texture of the food in my mouth but never vomited.
DeleteFantastic photos! My mother was not nice but one good thing about her was she didn't make me eat anything I didn't want. I had to try, but that was all. Good luck with the exam.
ReplyDeleteWe do ask that Jack try things at least. Sometimes he will, sometimes he won't.
DeleteWhat a nice weekend for you. I remember the wonderful Athabasca Falls.
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