Mar 18, 2010
We escalate tizzies a lot. My neurons shoot off in ways that get me dizzy. I seriously feel motion sickness at times trying to tend to all the sweet little boys in my life. Imagine you are a pinball and the pinball wizard is playing a marathon; that's me, the ball. I've mentioned this before, but dinnertime is typically the height of craze. It would help if Sira ate dinner.
You know, this kid hates everything and after breakfast, during which he eats like a horse, he has little interest in food the remainder of day. This is the one area where Bereket doesn't follow Sira. Sira rejects new foods. He rejects vegetables. He even smells food first. I mean, it's pretty funny, smelling your food out of sheer suspicion before trying, I mean rejecting, it. It's a kid thing, I guess.
His short list of likes include (I mean beyond sugary delights): milk, peanut butter and jelly, toast, eggs with ketchup (or just ketchup but organic only . . . the o-word makes me feel a little better about it), cereal, oatmeal, pancakes, yogurt, apple sauce, pears, and that's about it. Huh, just noticed, mostly breakfast food. Baby food. Not a foody. Somedays pizza, pasta (only whole wheat rigatoni), and tostados/tacos/burritos (simply beans and tortillas, never cheese or sauce) . . . but not consistently (no pasta right now). What kid doesn't like cheese, or mac n cheese? Mine!
Anyway, back to our neurons. I am about to reveal a heaven-sent secret that calms our firing storm. A trick I stole from a 5 year old girl on the Internet: deep cleansing breaths. Yeah, not rocket science. Not pop psychology or heavily intellectual. At the height of chaos or upset, we huddle as I announce, time for deep cleansing breaths! And this is how it goes . . . in your best slow calm preschool teacher voice . . .
Everybody! Close your eyes! Think of something nice . . . the park, birthday parties, kisses, the dogs, trikes, the river, the sun on your face . . . now close your eyes, breath in and count to 3, and phhhhhhew, blow it out slowly. OK, one more time . . .
And poof, magic, the sea is calm. For 5 minutes anyway. Ewwww, try it!