Oh my, it's impossibly exciting Wombling being on the telly. How am I going to find it? Did you enjoy it? Were their orders? Is very difficult to do that 'natural' looking telly stuff I think isn't it? Tell us more about everything.
Fra I sent you a weird mother's day thing. I don't even know why. I think I should apologize. Someone sent it to me, so then I watched it, and clicked the button and sent it to you. I don't even know why I chose you. Was a heady five seconds.
DS2 is out at a camping party. The mother was so excited and nice and was going on about how they'd be toasting marshmallows and foraging for wood or something. She has 16 boys there. That's the sort of thing I think I'd like to be able to do, but so wouldn't.
What else? Food. I was Mrs Smugtastic, and all mine ate whatever was put in front of them and no mistaking. Now something alarming has happened fairly recently. It now looks like this:
DS1 likes meat and most vegetables, hates peas, hates potato in all forms except those little chippy ones cooked in olive oil and garlic I do, hates any kind of cooked or stewed fruit, hates semolina, custard, sloppy food - v. adventurous and likes strong tasting foods - all seafood, mussels, curries etc. Keen on fish too. Eats peppers and cucumbers whole out of the fridge. Poor fruit eater, except for melon and the odd orange.
DS2 loves sloppy food, loves cooked and stewed and fresh fruit, custard, ratatouille, eats ALL fruit in large portions. He hates meat unless it is mince and rarely eats it as it is too chewy.. So that's nice. Likes all fruit - plums, strawberries, apricots. Dislikes hot or spicy food, likes it all v. bland like macaroni cheese. Everything which is polar opposite to DS1 basically except they both like lasagne.
DD is a right pickle. She pretty much seems to dislike everything except peanut butter and honey sandwiches. she eats vast amounts of apples, also a pepper eater. It's easier to say what she does like rather than doesn't: Lasagne. Lasagne and peanut and honey sandwiches cut into quarters with the crusts cut off.
And that my friends is that. We eat a lot of Lasagne. And a lot of peppers.
I never make them eat what they don't like, but I also don't expect them to holler because some erroneous pea has wandered on to their plate. With each passing day I become less and less interested in their opinions I find.