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Food War (Part Deux): Silent Treatment

Thank you all for the suggestions regarding Desi's dinner time. Your comments and what I've been reading online have really helped me calm down. Tonight, I approached dinner with ease. I made something I knew he would eat--fish sticks and tater tots. I added some succotash and cornbread. I set the plate down and we prayed over the food and I didn't say a word after that. He dove into the fish sticks and tater tots. He played in the succotash and didn't even eat the cornbread, but that's alright because he ate something. I gave him a cheese stick and strawberries after dinner. I praised him for eating and once again, did not stress over what he didn't eat. I was less stressed and so was he. I think that makes for a successful evening at the table! Is this war over? Only time will tell.

You all may find interest in www.parenting.com. They have some cool tips and recipes for our picky kids.

I also found this cookbook below. I think I am going to buy it. If I do, I will let you all know how I like it and if Desi approves.




Thanks again to the Motherhood for giving me the ammo I need to win this fight!


Oh! Before I forget, here is a pic of what Desi did with his food...




Gross, isn't it? He put some of his fish sticks and tater tots in his water, along with a napkin. LOL!


Night Night!

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