Mealtime Mayhem!

I don't know how it is at your house, but it is getting to the hour of the day that I dread. Dinnertime! So I am avoiding it by blogging. :) Usually we have a dinner menu planned out for the week. We do ask for the kid's input, but then we have to tell them that we can't just eat pizza and hotdogs. So I'll look at the menu to see what's for dinner and most nights I cringe, knowing we'll have a fight on our hands.

(On a side note, Brandon just walked in the room and said, "What do you want to do for dinner?" On the list for dinner tonight, chicken salads. Brandon just said "I didn't buy salad. It wasn't on the grocery list. I said "Are you sure? I thought I put it on the list." He goes to look at the list. Second item: Salad! While he is at the store buying salad, I'll finish my blog...)

I don't know why it is so hard for children to like dinner foods. For example, the other day I set a plate of food in front of Anna. She looked at it and asked if we were having anything else. I said no, this is the food we are having. She proceeded to burst out into TEARS! I really couldn't believe it. I stood there for a second, dumbfounded. This was a new one. I had heard all of the complaints, gagging, moaning over eating the disgusting foods I serve them, but I had never had just plain tears before. Evan, on the other hand, doesn't complain about his food. He rearranges it on his plate, so that we will think he has eaten some. Or he will try to make something so amazing out of it that we will just be so proud of him that we won't try to make him take a bite.











(Brandon just called, "What kind of salad do you want?" "What kind? I don't care, Salad" "Well, they have double carrots, would that be good with chicken in it?" I think about it. "If that's on sale, buy it.")

So as my time runs short and my kids get hungry, I would like to take a survey. On the sidebar over to the right there is a poll. I want to find out if I am the only one in the world, kicking and screaming my way through dinner every night. Or am I one of the average mothers, just doing her best to force healthy, good food into her children.
Ah, just in time. Brandon's home. Time for dinner.