Cheeseball Linus. I was taking pictures of each boy for my post on their differences, and, well, you can’t keep this kid from hamming it up.
I got a lot of requests for a post on how we tell the boys apart. Frankly, I find it surprising that you can’t! For the first two years of their lives, I think they looked a LOT alike. So much so that I got them mixed up sometimes. But now…they’re so different! Someone mentioned that they can tell Helen‘s boys apart, but to me, they look WAY more alike than mine do! (And don’t get me started on Sarah‘s cuties…)
Let’s dive in, shall we?
First thing, the chipped front tooth. (No idea how that happened, by the way.) The wider cheeks and the two cowlicks (hard to see now that their hair is longer, but it’s very apparent when it’s shorter.) make him very easy to spot.
With Oliver, it’s more about the facial expressions. The open face, the sometimes worried look, and the thumb in his mouth. He also has a raspier voice than the other two. It’s hard to pin down exactly what makes him different physically.
My little peanut. But that’s not as obvious anymore, I don’t think. But his face is a little narrower, his head just a little smaller. He’s got a higher pitched voice, and there’s that scar right below his left eyebrow. Also, if anyone is scowling at your or looking at you in a judgemental manner, it’s probably Miles. Not that he’s not the sweetest boy ever, but he definitely likes to look you over first. He also has the most mischievous grin.
Uh. Did that help?
I pulled out some fairly easy jigsaw puzzles that the boys got for their birthday. I didn’t think they were old enough to "get" them, but those boys are always surprising me! Miles especially turned out to be very adept at putting his puzzle together, which doesn’t surprise me at all. He’s always seemed to be the most artistic and visually oriented of the bunch.
So in my last post, Carrie asked about food.
Sigh. Food. One of the two huge sources of stress if you’re a mom of toddlers. (I shouldn’t have to tell you what the other one is, but if you don’t know, just imagine what happens after you eat food and that should tell you.)
I had such high hopes when the boys were tiny. I was going to feed them everything we ate, and they’d eat it all, with no fighting. I remember thinking, when they were about a year old and would eat anything, that this would be no sweat. I mean, anything you put in front of them (well, Miles, mostly), they’d eat. Awesome.
And then, gradually, the list of foods they’d eat got smaller and smaller. I’d put a previous hit in front of them, and they’d refuse to eat it.
So here’s what we’re down to now. Please don’t judge. It’s not pretty. If you want to judge, then come to my house at dinnertime and fix my kids a meal you deem appropriate. Then we can talk again.
Plain noodles with butter
-I give them the fortified Barilla Plus angel hair, so at least they’re getting some protein and other good stuff. I figure it’s better than plain pasta.
– the “butter” part really depends on who’s asking. They all get butter or olive oil on their noodles, but if Miles says “I don’t want butter on my noodles, then I tell him, no, of course I didn’t put butter on his noodles. Dishonest, yes. Whatever. I’m not making three pots of noodles, depending on their individual whims.
Chicken Nuggets (aka Brown Bok-bok)
– Hey, at least I buy the Tyson Natural ones. (insert eye roll)
– These come in two types. “Yellow” and “Orange”. Fortunately, they like the orange (sweet potato) ones a lot, so I try to give them those whenever possible.
– Strawberry yogurt. They’ll all eat this. Oliver will eat vanilla yogurt, but the other two will only eat the pink stuff. God help me. They will put away a quart of it at a meal. I only buy the kind without HFCS. Has to be creamy, no chunks or fruit on the bottom.
– They will eat these until the cows come home. Plain only, no blueberries allowed. When my back wasn’t giving me trouble, I’d make them from scratch-ish. When I did, I’d put flaxseed in them. For now, I have to use the frozen kind. Soon I hope to fire up my Griddler again.
Quaker Oatmeal Squares cereal
– If I let them, they’d eat an entire box at one sitting.
Granola bars, Fruit snacks, goldfish, potato chips, raisins, and other assorted choking hazards and crap
– I mean, they’re kids, after all.
Jambalaya and Couscous
– I haven’t served these in a while, so I’m not sure if they’ll still eat it. They used to love it, so I hope they still do.
What they will occasionally eat:
– non-nuggetized chicken
– pizza (must have no burnt bits)
– Cheddar or American cheese
– hot dogs
– green beans from the can (EXTREMELY rare, but it does happen)
– smoked turkey sausage
– turkey bacon
They used to love, but will no longer eat:
– Macaroni and cheese
– Scrambled eggs
– Meatloaf (except Oliver might) and meatballs
– Jelly sandwiches
– Peanut butter
– Spaghetti with meat sauce (I loved this one, because I could sneak veggies in. Alas.)
You’ll notice what’s not on this list. Fruits and vegetables. Sure, they’ll ingest the occasional bowl of applesauce, or the odd green bean, but that’s about it. They won’t eat things that are mixed together, like casseroles. Everything must be separate. They do get a multivitamin, they drink plenty of milk, and they seem to be thriving, so I truly try not to stress about it. But I think it’s time to pull out my copy of How To Get Your Kid to Eat…But Not Too Much. Sigh.
If anyone has any ideas or just wants to commiserate, I’m all ears.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted pictures of the boys, so here are a few. Plus maybe a video or two, if you’re lucky. Ha!
And, a video from yesterday. Nothing exciting, just a video.
I had a very small, low-key Easter Egg Hunt for the boys in their playroom since they spent Easter at Granny & Grandpa’s. Oliver found an egg! I have a feeling they’ll be finding them for a while. Their interested petered out after about five eggs each. Oh well.
Mmmm, Easter brunch. Ham, eggs, biscuits, and my favorite…pineapple casserole. Don’t say "ew" until you’ve tried it with ham. It is soooo good.
The boys spent Easter with their Granny & Grandpa, but they’re coming home today, so I promise…more pictures of them are coming. I know no one really wants to see my plate of food.