During my check-in with our au pair today, she admitted that dinner time (which I missed due to traffic this evening) was exhausting.
“J didn’t want to eat what I made for him. He started listing the foods he WANTED to eat, but I told him none of those were options. Then C tried to negotiate with him, but he wasn’t having it. So then L tried to negotiate with him, too, but I was like, “You guys! You can’t negotiate with him!!! He eats what he gets!”
So I was like, “Amanda, aren’t you majoring in political science when you go to university? I promise, this year with my kids is going to prep you in SO MANY WAYS. Once you figure out how to wrangle them in, trust me, international politics is going to be a BREEZE.”
This is Amanda’s second attempt at dinner for the family. With Miss C’s assistance, she made barbecue chicken with glazed scallions. She made stir-fry the other day. It seems to me I’ve struck gold once again in the au pair department, having another who knows how to whip things together in the kitchen, as the food has yet to kill us.
Apparently, Aristotle had a cherry tree, because we’ve all been pretty impatient waiting for these limbs to grow heavy with fruit! But LOOK at these cherries! Gorgeous reds and pinks, and so sweet. These will go into our birthday boy’s cake later this week.
Due to circumstances way beyond my control, our plans for Family Day at Frühlingsfest were a bust. Martin and the kids had spent the afternoon prepping the dirndls and lederhosen, so I even suggested they go without me when I called from work.
I mean, Martin spent hours hand-sewing ribbon back on one of the girl’s dresses! After his own day at work! Continue reading →
They say just before 10 months of age, the expression of emotions becomes more complex. And he’s beginning to understand language, but can’t yet use the words himself. Nevertheless, he makes himself quite clear.