If the little things in life ever drive you crazy, then you're right there with me on this post. When we were getting ready to move, it was all those little things left to pack that really don't have a well labeled/organized box to go in...they seem to take forever to pack. In my teaching days, it was the little administrative duties that would seem to pile up. In my life as domestic survivalist, it's feeding time. Lyla is lightning fast with her little hands (thanks, Mark). I try to put the spoon of food in her mouth, and no matter how fast I try to get it out of her mouth after putting it in, she grabs hold of it with a baby death grip, and smears it everywhere. Those of you who know baby feeding, know that there is an inordinant amount of baby food that the baby pushes out of the mouth and proceeds to drip down the chin and onto the neck and chest. A "good" baby feeder, uses the spoon to efficiently swipe the food leaving the mouth and re-feed it to the baby. At least, that's how they do it in the movies. As I'm watching Lyla's food drip down her chin, I'm wrestling with a 6 month old to try to get the spoon while losing the battle and watching the food then fall to her neck and onto her chest. 
For my toddler, she is a self-imposed pastatarian. She will not eat ANY meat products, and we've tried them all...many times. No matter how I try to hide it in her food, disguise it as something else, put eyes and ears on it to make it look cute, demand that it be eaten, or give her no other food until she eats the meat, she won't eat meat. As I get these guys set up to eat, I realize that I have no idea what I'm going to eat myself. Where's the personal chef when you need one?
Ok, all of that to say, those little things get me bogged down. I don't know about anyone else out there, but it's so easy to focus on the little things. I have a friend, Megan, who is focusing on the big things. She and her hubby are in the process of adopting from Ethiopia. While they wait for their child, Meg has taken on the challenge of raising awareness for the plight of children in Ethiopia (www.run4ethiopia.com) by running the Richmond Marathon on their behalf. I'm inspired to pick my head up from the little things and remember that there is a whole, huge world out there who would love to have picky eaters be their problem. They'd just be thankful for food, freedom, a home...you get the picture.
For my toddler, she is a self-imposed pastatarian. She will not eat ANY meat products, and we've tried them all...many times. No matter how I try to hide it in her food, disguise it as something else, put eyes and ears on it to make it look cute, demand that it be eaten, or give her no other food until she eats the meat, she won't eat meat. As I get these guys set up to eat, I realize that I have no idea what I'm going to eat myself. Where's the personal chef when you need one?
Ok, all of that to say, those little things get me bogged down. I don't know about anyone else out there, but it's so easy to focus on the little things. I have a friend, Megan, who is focusing on the big things. She and her hubby are in the process of adopting from Ethiopia. While they wait for their child, Meg has taken on the challenge of raising awareness for the plight of children in Ethiopia (www.run4ethiopia.com) by running the Richmond Marathon on their behalf. I'm inspired to pick my head up from the little things and remember that there is a whole, huge world out there who would love to have picky eaters be their problem. They'd just be thankful for food, freedom, a home...you get the picture.
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