Our nightly routine unfolds in a similar manner each night:
- Arrive home
- Ask for snack (usually Bunnies or Goldfish)
- Tantrum ensues if snack is denied (usually denied based on proximity to dinner)
- Dinner is made (not gourmet!)
- Announcement, "I want to sit in the big chair" (translation: bar stool -- big surprise kiddo, you request this chair every night)
- Eats unspecified amount, regardless of dinner composition; some nights two bites pass through the lips and other nights 3rd and 4th helpings are demanded
- Stop intermittently throughout the dinner to ask for hugs from momma and daddy
- Announcement, "M's???" (M&M's)
- More coercing to eat some more
- Sigh from momma & daddy
Several nights ago, while Steve was traveling for business, I decided to make waffles with strawberries for dinner as a special treat. After waffling (no pun intended) on whether she wanted pancakes or waffles, we dug out the waffle iron and whipped up the eight waffles that the batch made. Somewhere during that dinner, I discovered the secret to getting my toddler to eat her dinner...WHIPPED CREAM! That night, she ate FOUR waffles, dipping each piece in whipped cream before cramming it in her mouth and declaring, "Dis my waffle". As I watched this event unfold, I cringed a little as the first waffle quickly disappeared lathered in whipped cream, however my cringes dissolved into sheer amazement as the third and fourth waffle disappeared. I decided that I'd leave the worrying about nutrition to future momma and enjoy the moment while we "cheers-ed" with our waffles and "cream".
So here's the math equation:
1 large glob of whipped cream + 4 waffles = 1 astonished momma and 1 happy and full kiddo
That's an equation that I can live with, for now...











