I love to eat healthy. I also love bacon, chocolate, cookies and margartias. There's been a lot in the media about obese children in society and how the parents play a vital role in that outcome. I fully agree. But living at either end of that spectrum is not what it might seem. Hell, some of us are just happy IF our kids eat ANYTHING. My kids are somewhere in the middle. Thing 1 loves oranges, Thing 2 despises them. T2 loves cottage cheese, T1 refuses. They both love apples, meat, and carbs but share a hatred for leafy greens, chili, tomatoes, and potatoes. Correction, they love fries and hashbrowns.Every morning we eat breakfast. EVERY MORNING. Because we don't have a snack after dinner (dessert is naturally a part of our meal), I know that they're hungry when they wake up. I give them a cup of milk and a snack, mainly toast or a banana, within 10 minutes of venturing downstairs. This buys me time to get something to drink and open the curtains. Breakfast itself comes within an hour. Don't think that I'm June Clever and have eggs, bacon, pancakes, freshed sqeezzed orange juice, and coffe cake ready to go. No. Some mornings it's eggs and toast. Somedays it's cheese quesadillas. Today it was chocolate chip banana pancakes.T1 had syrup with hers and T2 had yogurt with his (he hates syrup). Healthy, not at all. But there are somedays when I throw healthy out the damn door and am just thankful they ate off a plate. Today was one of those days.
