No more picnics
In general I've come a long way with adjusting to having three little ones. I took them out to eat by myself twice last month at sit down restaurants, which was proof in my mind that I'm much more adjusted to handling three kids age four and under by myself than I was when Oliver first came home. I've even taken all three to the grocery store by myself, which is challenging because the shopping cart only accommodates one child, and I've started putting Oliver in that seat, which is very upsetting to Ian who wasn't ready to give that up. After church there was a picnic. I had a feeling this might be more challenging than a sit down restaurant, and I was right. I need to skip picnics in the future. Nadia did fine except for the fact that it was very windy out and the wind blew away her plate (with food on it) more than one time. She was very motivated to eat her hotdog and macaroni and cheese, as she saw the dessert table. Ian requested the pulled pork when I told him the choices, but he didn't eat anything except for a couple of chips so he wasn't allowed any dessert. This resulted in a MAJOR tantrum when he got home and was sent to bed for his nap a very hungry boy. I brought his sandwich home for Paul to eat. Oliver was a great eater. He had baked beans, macaroni and cheese, and some other bites from my plate including some of my desserts, but he was a fussy baby because he had been up since 4:15am. He only slept 8 hours last night, and he had only napped about 5 minutes total between 4:15am and 12:15pm when we were having lunch. Picture me at a picnic table with Oliver in my lap and my two other kids beside me trying to feed myself and Oliver, trying to get Ian to eat something, and trying to catch the napkins and plates which kept blowing away. Whew. The food was very yummy, but I was in over my head. Next time we'll opt for our usual lunch of yogurt or a sandwich at home. When he wakes up from his nap, I will offer him a banana, but other than that he's going to have to wait until dinner to eat. He needs to learn to be more flexible. Ironically there were quite a few choices at the picnic: chicken, hot dogs, pulled pork, potato and macaroni salads, baked beans, macaroni and cheese, etc. Ian needs to learn to eat more than just pizza or pancakes when we're out in public, but eating even one thing in public is a big improvement over last year. Oliver quickly is going to pass Ian out in his eating skills. Last night Oliver did a better job than Ian did with eating his pierogies for dinner. Way to go, Oliver! I am so very relieved he doesn't have a feeding disorder even though he was born 9 weeks early.
In general I've come a long way with adjusting to having three little ones. I took them out to eat by myself twice last month at sit down restaurants, which was proof in my mind that I'm much more adjusted to handling three kids age four and under by myself than I was when Oliver first came home. I've even taken all three to the grocery store by myself, which is challenging because the shopping cart only accommodates one child, and I've started putting Oliver in that seat, which is very upsetting to Ian who wasn't ready to give that up. After church there was a picnic. I had a feeling this might be more challenging than a sit down restaurant, and I was right. I need to skip picnics in the future. Nadia did fine except for the fact that it was very windy out and the wind blew away her plate (with food on it) more than one time. She was very motivated to eat her hotdog and macaroni and cheese, as she saw the dessert table. Ian requested the pulled pork when I told him the choices, but he didn't eat anything except for a couple of chips so he wasn't allowed any dessert. This resulted in a MAJOR tantrum when he got home and was sent to bed for his nap a very hungry boy. I brought his sandwich home for Paul to eat. Oliver was a great eater. He had baked beans, macaroni and cheese, and some other bites from my plate including some of my desserts, but he was a fussy baby because he had been up since 4:15am. He only slept 8 hours last night, and he had only napped about 5 minutes total between 4:15am and 12:15pm when we were having lunch. Picture me at a picnic table with Oliver in my lap and my two other kids beside me trying to feed myself and Oliver, trying to get Ian to eat something, and trying to catch the napkins and plates which kept blowing away. Whew. The food was very yummy, but I was in over my head. Next time we'll opt for our usual lunch of yogurt or a sandwich at home. When he wakes up from his nap, I will offer him a banana, but other than that he's going to have to wait until dinner to eat. He needs to learn to be more flexible. Ironically there were quite a few choices at the picnic: chicken, hot dogs, pulled pork, potato and macaroni salads, baked beans, macaroni and cheese, etc. Ian needs to learn to eat more than just pizza or pancakes when we're out in public, but eating even one thing in public is a big improvement over last year. Oliver quickly is going to pass Ian out in his eating skills. Last night Oliver did a better job than Ian did with eating his pierogies for dinner. Way to go, Oliver! I am so very relieved he doesn't have a feeding disorder even though he was born 9 weeks early.
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