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Feeding Monkeys

My friend and fellow blogger Mom on the Run just wrote a post about “Herding Kittens” and it made me think about the difficulty of “Feeding Monkeys”.

Just as Mom on the Run wasn’t talking about the actual herding of kittens, I am not talking literally about feeding monkeys. She compared getting her daughters out the door to herding cats – obviously not an easy task. I know the feeling. My son only moves fast out the door if we are visiting his buddy Ethan. I have learned to accept this, and thank goodness for being on maternity leave as I am generally not in a rush (other than to go to daycare so I can have a day in peace with the baby!).

However, meal time is akin to feeding monkeys. I imagine those independent human-like beasts prefer food to play with and cause a fuss every feed time – much like my three-year-old. My son has a great appetite. He is a good eater, but boy can he be a little monkey at meal time.

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Breakfast:

Me: What would you like for breakfast?

Monkey: Noodles

Me: We don’t eat noodles for breakfast. Toast? Cheerios? Yogurt? Bagel?

Monkey: Popcorn

Me: (Stern, annoyed look- trying not to laugh)

Monkey: Bagel with cream cheese. And, I want to watch my TV

He is a keen negotiator. The reference to “my” TV means he isn’t interested in watching the news or the Daily Show with me.

An hour later, TV is still on because Bear is STILL eating. The Bagel is hard and dry, and the cream cheese is almost gone (licked off).

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Me: Finish eating, TV is going off.

Monkey: Why?

Me: Cause

Monkey: (Tears)

Lunch:

Me: What would you like for lunch?

Monkey: Noodles

Me: We had noodles yesterday. I will make you Grilled Cheese.

Monkey: Ok

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Food placed on table.

Monkey: (Eats a little bit) I don’t like it.

Me: You like grilled cheese.

Monkey: No I don’t (whine)

Me: You like cheese, you like bread.

Monkey: I like White cheese. (whine)

Me: Eat your sandwich or no more TV today.

Monkey: (tears, and then cough) It makes me sick.

Me: What?

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Monkey: Food (cough) It makes me dizzy.

Me: Well, then I guess you should go lie down in your room.

Monkey: Nooooooo! (tears)

Me: Eat

Monkey: My tummy says no. I am all full.

Me: Do you want a banana? (he nods) Well then you must not be full. Eat your sandwich.

Monkey: (Tears)

Dinner:

Me: Voila! Your favourite spaghetti and meat sauce.

Monkey: Noodles!

Me: Have a seat

Monkey: I don’t like these noodles. I don’t like this sauce.

Me: Yes, you do. You love this.

Monkey: I too tired. My tummy says no. It makes me sick. Dizzy.

Me: Ok that is it. Off your chair and up to your room.

Monkey: No, No, No. (Tears)

Me: Then at least try it.

This goes on, and on. Until beaten (not literally!) he takes a bite. Then another. By the time this over he has finished his entire plate.

Monkey: Can I watch my TV?

Me: Sorry bud, it is late time for a bath. Dinner took too long.

Bear: (Tears)

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