Monday, March 02, 2009

I'm NOT Going to Apologize...

...because, really...all those excuses about being busy and trying to have a life are getting old. Sooo, on to what's going on around here!

Okay, so I spent two hours blog stalking The Meanest Mom blog...maybe I deserved two hours to myself while Ben was wandering around in a diaper so smelly that I turned on Phineas and Ferb just to get him out of the room so I wouldn't die from the fumes. After all, I'm the one who had to change that diaper eventually. Someone ought to reward me for that.

While I was sitting there reading and nearly peeing my pants laughing (or maybe I did pee my pants...I have had two children...who are you to judge?), I decided to write my own post in the style of The Meanest, Mean Mom..this one's for you:

Brian and I have different views on what is edible and what is disgusting. For instance, I find tuna fish to be disgusting. I'm sorry for the tuna *shudder* lovers out there. I can't even stand the smell of it. I can always tell when someone has opened a can of tuna in my house, and I will spend a half hour bleaching the sink to get the nasty tuna smell from the *gulp* run-off from draining it into said sink. I have been known to puke after smelling it...granted, I was pregnant and at the time most things made me puke, but still...that is how much I dislike it.
Since we began having children, or at least since our children could eat things that weren't strained or blended or drinkable, we've been fighting for control of our children's preferences. Luckily for me, they spend more time eating things I make and have therefore gained most of their taste for all things edible from me. I think this is fine. I only eat delicious things.
Recently, however, things have started to get ugly. It all started when I made peanut butter sandwiches for lunch and neither child would touch them. Brian has an irrational hatred of peanut butter. Honestly, who hates peanut butter? He won't even eat it when it's covered in chocolate. I don't know how he did it, but somehow he managed to pass this on to not one, but both of our kids. And to add insult to injury, my daughter then proceeded to tell me that she would rather have a tuna-fish sandwich. As I narrowed my eyes, because clearly this is all an evil plot to make me sick, I could only think of one person devious enough to get her to like it.
The score was then Brian: 2, Krista: 0. Something had to be done.
I already knew that even though I had tried to be diplomatic about approaching the whole fungus family, Madison had so far refused to partake of them. And to seal the score I attempted to feed Ben some soup that had chunks of mushroom in it (I didn't make it, obviously), and without prompting he spit out the mushrooms and consumed everything else.
Hehe....Krista: 1
And last night we had the final breakthrough...I made Manwich. Mmmmm. Now I know you are all judging, but really...who doesn't love Manwich? I don't like to advertise this, but I think I could seriously eat an entire pound of Manwich by myself. It's for this very reason that I don't make it very often, coupled with the fact that Brian hates it (something ridiculous about soggy bread) and I would be forced (haha) to eat it all by myself. So, last night I made Manwich. Ben loved it, take that Brian! Madi? Why do you ask? Well, I can say with total honesty that she ate it...under duress...but she still ate it.
I'm taking this one, I need it! Brian has already introduced them both to cheese sandwiches dipped in ketsup! I have to take what I can get!