OK, I totally have ignored my blog thus far in 2009, and I'm not even catching it up right now. I just thought I would polish the ol' Mother of the Year trophy and record a shining example of my perfect mothering skills.

Katy is a picky eater. When I catch her willing to eat healthy things I get excited and then shovel them into for two or three nights in a row and she gets burned out. So tonight I thought I would force green beans (not her favorite veggie) down her, plus some tiny cubes of ham that were cut at the deli counter. Granted, they were cut back in July and they've been frozen for half a year, but I didn't think that mattered. To literally top things off, I let Katy decorate her meal with some purple sugar sprinkles to further entice her.

The beans went down, but not without a fight. I had to build a "log cabin" and let her eat it apart. She balked at the ham, I promised her some dessert, she shoved in a piece and started chewing the ham. She often spits food out, and it was no surprise when she started shaking her head no and looking ready to gag. I begged some more. She tried really hard to swallow it down. Then she puked it all up. The log cabin green beans and everything.

Let me add that the ham was not tainted. She just worked herself up. However, my mommy guilt kicked in big time and after she was whisked away to a bath, she had saltines and chocolate cake for dinner. When those sad brown eyes looked up at me from the bath tub, I melted. The first thing she said was, "I told you I didn't like to eat sam. I'm telling Kalan tomorrow." Kalan is one of her friends from school, so basically she was letting me know that she plans to report me.

Allen watched the entire thing play out and I'm sure he will follow in his big sisters footsteps any day now. He's a very fast learner.