>I’m sitting here with Max and we are watching A Christmas Story. I’ve seen this movie about a hundred times. It’s the one holiday movie I remember my family religious watching, though there’s nothing religious about it. I remember becoming a teenager and finding certain parts of the movie annoying. For instance, when the little brother Randy is eating like “Mommy’s little piggy” at the dinner table it was awful. It breaks one of my food rules and grosses me out. (The infraction is against the rule that says food does not touch the outside of the body which the exception of the lips and fingertips when necessary.) As an adult and a parent though, I really understand it more.
My daughter is Randy. She rarely voluntarily eats. It’s like waging a war every time food is served. Breakfast is less of a challenge, but I think breakfast food is sweet and can be fun. Also, when Max and Annie are with me I simply ask them what they want for breakfast and them make it. It would be pretty silly of her to ask me for something and then refuse to eat it. (Don’t get me wrong. She’s done it, but generally she doesn’t.)
Courtney Fun Fact: My favorite scene in the movie is when, after putting the soap in Ralphie’s mouth, the mother tries the soap herself. Brilliant scene!
We spent Thanksgiving with my Grandmother and some of our family and then we went to my Aunt Rayna’s for leftovers yesterday. My favorite thing at Grandma’s is the collard greens. I ate a big spoonful. Then I ate a bunch of broccoli cassarole. Normally, this would not be a problem, but poor Jack was in misery yesterday. I’m breastfeeding and apparently one or both of those things that I love so very much gave Jack a terrible case of gas. Yesterday, I sampled a little tiny bit of my aunt’s broccoli casserole. I hope it was the collard greens. I can give up one or the other, but to give up both is simply cruel and unusual.
Today, I am making my own turkey dinner. I just love turkey and I don’t have a problem eating it repeatedly. I have to make a ham this week too. I love the leftovers.