On our recent holiday he decided he didn't want to do most things. We went snorkelling in the Great Barrier Reef - he screamed repeatedly "GET ME OUT OF HERE!" so that all the other snorkelling tourists were snickering or looking concerned or wondering when they would be able to look at the wonders of the reef in peace. At an ice cream shop he couldn't decide what flavour to get - so I chose for him. He took a little lick and had a hissy fit. "THIS IS DISGUSTING!" and stormed out of the shop. While all the other tourists turned with disapproving looks to check out the spoilt child and his ineffective parents. We took a float in a boat on the Daintree River to spot crocodiles and other wildlife. In a voice that was not a whisper he informed everyone that "this is so boring". Only he still has trouble pronouncing his 'r's so it came out "bowing".
Problem is, he has such a cherubic face that no-one can believe he has hissy fits. My friends say he is so cute they just want to squeeze his cheeks and lay sloppy kisses on his neck. So I felt a teeny bit of satisfaction the other day at the park when he put on a show for them. Screaming and stomping about because the food had run out.
Oh yeah, we've been having a lot of tantrums over food.
But the great thing about growing your own is that it really does have a positive effect on kids and their eating. My monkeys are much more likely to try something new when it's come straight from the garden. I'm sure my enthusiasm for the freshness of the veg has rubbed off a bit on them. Last night we speculated about how many minutes old the celery on our plate was. The other day I made pasta. And I suggested that Littlest Monkey choose the herbs that went with the pasta. So the two of us had a wander through the herb garden. I showed him what each herb was and we picked a bit and sniffed it and then he chose parsley and chives for the meal. Good choices - I'm pretty sure lemongrass would not have been a taste sensation with eggs and parmesan. And then he ate it quite happily. Not a whole lot of food went into his mouth mind you but there were no tantrums. And I can't carry on enough about how great it is to have baby spinach growing. I've been picking a couple of leaves each day to chop up and pop into their sandwiches. They will grow to enjoy their greens even if I have to trick them into not noticing it amongst the cheese or tuna or hommus.
So I am hoping that the tantrum throwing stage will soon pass us by. 'Cos it's been catching on in our family and I've caught myself having wee tantrums at the tantrum thrower. Meanwhile, I'll keep sneaking in the veg and tending to the plot.
|Look at those dimples. Butter wouldn't melt...|