Last night I had a stroke of genius:
I took steamed broccoli, anathema of toddlers everywhere, and dipped the tops in parmesan cheese. I told El Guille they were broccoli with snow. "¿Con nieve?" he asked, eyed widening. He then ate four pieces.
He ate vegetables--willingly! HA!
Deception: A mom's weapon of choice.
Boy is he going to be disappointed when he taste tests real snow.
Believe me, this is the highlight of my week so far. I can't go into everything right now, but it's been a little ridiculous around here. So I'm going to focus on some other GOOD things that have happened. I know, that's a change, as we all know that doom and gloom are more fun.
I love my red, robin's egg blue, and silver Christmas Tree.
I know the color looks wrong, I'm still using the rawkin' .3 MP cell phone camera at the moment.
I had no idea that birds were the thing this year, but apparently, they are!
Good news on Guille's F.O.P.--he is ok with the tree being in the room, he just hates when the lights are on. I'm glad he's making progress, because I kind of threw him into the deep end; this isn't the only tree we have. It's not even the only tree in the room. We have four trees in our living room right now. Why? Because I FELT LIKE IT, that's why.
Emmie gave me a new word yesterday: Horriblizing. Def. To imagine the worst, most awful, in fact horrible, outcome to any situation or problem and then dwelling on it incessantly.
I have to confess to horriblizing. I can't help it! Maybe it's a way of overestimating the terrible so that if anything less happens, it seems to be wonderful. A little psychological game you play with yourself to deal with strife. Being married to me is such a joy! For now, I'm supposed to be accepting ambiguity with grace and serenity. Um-hmm.
Anyway, my tree makes me happy and my kid ate vegetables.