Haven’t had time to post anything, but now’s the time to record a few events.
Internet friend (though I haven’t seen her for years) Sarsparilla managed to do a whopping 80Km bike ride without expiring, which is far, far better than I could hope to achieve. In the process, she wangled cash out of a goodly amount of people towards KOTO, a seemingly noble cause to provide vocational training in Hanoi. If V is involved, you know it’s good.
Elsewhere, looby has been getting frisky, bless ‘im. He complains a bit about things, but he seems to have a lot going on in comparion to me. I notice he’s sort of half hidden the original version of events, but at least has the cojones to link to it. I envy him.
Lastly, and by no means leastly, my elder boy did what I never thought he’d do, and that was to bite through a crisp and eat it. Luke doesn’t chew, as I might have mentioned before. He doesn’t bite, chew or do anything with food once it’s in his mouth – some process stopped when he was 6 months old, so we have to mush everything up into a paste and hand feed him, but today he bit into something and didn’t gag or choke. He’s 3.5 years old, and he has finally bitten into a crisp and eaten the result. You wouldn’t believe something so trivial could make his parents so happy. We’re continuing with our policy of ignoring what the experts say, and just taking it as it comes. As Jan (amongst others) have said, it’ll happen when it happens. You don’t see teenagers going to college who can’t chew a chip.
And that’s what we’re banking on.
Woo! Thanks for the mention Pete.
And I thought we had it bad when 2 of our girls won’t eat vegetables. We don’t have to puree everything though, so goo luck and hope the crisp biting episode means that he’s going to get muching on more solid fare soon.
Hey! I’m famous. Ish.
Thanks for being one of my first sponsors – that’s far more real and worthy than going out on a bike for the day, really. If I’d had any of the ourbar addresses, I’d have badgered people more – though I wonder, having been forwarded a note or two on the more explosive communiques, if it would be wise to ask you to raise the issue of sponsorship with Zobo?
> but at least has the cojones to link to it
Yes, I think this dual narrative blogging could be the start of something big in the blogosphere, no? Semi-anonymity blogging.
Re: Luke – 3.5 seems awful young to be considered a ‘can’t’ in any respect whatsoever. And on the subject of veggies – if he can’t chew at college, at least he’ll be considered ‘interesting’, as if it’s a lifestyle choice or something. Meat gulping, all the rage in 2020, I reckon.
Hi Cliff
You’re welcome. I thought that was really worth linking to, and it’s a shame that I haven’t linked to your stuff before. You’re a lot more honest than me in your writing. And that entry was chock full of honesty!
As for the eating, we’ll get there It’s not that me or Jude have given up, it’s just that we realise it’ll happen in it’s own time, just like everything else. He’s toilet-trained, loves books, can do lots of things for himself like getting dressed and undressed – all things we thought he’d spend months learning. Chewing is one more bridge to cross and I don’t think he needs me or Jude digging him in the ribs all the time.
Hiya VJC!
Glad to see you’re back in the land of the living and I hope it wasn’t too gruelling for you. I read the KOTO site and it seems a very noble cause. Almost sorry I didn’t give more than a ten spot (almost, kids are eating grass sandwiches down here) As for ourbar, I think ZK has flounced after realising he can dish it out but can’t take it. Good thing too – I was about to ask him if his missus had always been a female. After all, there are no limits to the abuse, are there?
Luke is fine, and a mostly happy kid. We try not to pigeonhole him or say he “can’t” do anything, but I’m afraid he lacks confidence in a lot of areas. Rest assured, we push him to try doing things, praise him when he does and console him encouragingly when he doesn’t do whatever. He still amazes me – his memory is excellent, his puzzle solving ability is better than mine and he’s still so affectionate.
I do draw the line at “now you tickle my willie” at bathtime. Honest conversation time: Its yours, so if you want it tickled its down to you.