1. Gavin ate lettuce!
I have four children. Generally speaking, they are well-behaved, and fairly good eaters. And, then there's Gavin. He won't eat anything green, or slightly resembling a vegetable. When he was a teeny-tiny toddler, he ate just fine. And, like every other child, he went through the "I'm not eating anything you want me to eat" stage. His stage stuck. We've always been consistent with our rule that if you don't eat what's served for dinner, you don't eat anything until the next meal. We have the kids try things over and over. If they really don't like something, and they've tried them several times, we don't force them to eat it. We're not mean about it, but we do not make a separate meal for each child. Last night, one of my friends made us a lasagna for dinner. It was wonderful. I can't eat red sauce, so I just scraped a lot of it off the lasagna, and ate what I could. Gavin really didn't want to eat it. And, since we were planning to go for ice cream after dinner, we told him he had to at least attempt it, or he wouldn't get the ice cream. We said he could just scrape stuff off, and just eat the noodles with the cheese, but he wanted no part of it. So, Curtis said, "You can have a bowl of salad and still get ice cream, but you can't just go get ice cream if you don't eat anything." And, to our surprise, he ate a bowl of lettuce. He doesn't like salad dressing, so he ate it plain. I was shocked at his choice! It was really something to see Gavin willingly eat something green!
2. My friend, Elaine, brought us lasagna for dinner.
My friend had said earlier in the week that she had gotten the ingredients for lasagna for me. She brought it in the afternoon, and even stopped at the store to get Italian bread to go with it. It was awesome. She even bought two cartoon-like movies so that I could let the kids watch a movie and take a break. What a great friend.
3. We went out for ice cream after dinner.
I've been going a little crazy since I haven't been able to do any driving. I've been home every day since I got home from the hospital. For me, that seems like an eternity. When we were loading the kids into the van, they were remarking at how long it had been since they had even been in the van, or since they had gone anywhere. We have been home every day. In a sense, it's been somewhat cleansing to just be at home, just eating what we have here, and just being happy with each other. I had asked Curtis if he could take us somewhere--anywhere. So, we thought getting ice cream would be perfect because it wasn't too far away, but it was still a change of scenery.
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