blah, blah blah, enchiladas part deux

Subtitled "One of these days your kid is going to break your heart, too."

I mentioned that my little precious 5 year old has "fat" issues. I don't know where she got them and I don't know how to stop them. I am afraid I am going to be making trips to the eating disorder clinic in 6-10 years. Or sooner.

She doesn't eat. When she does eat, its junk. I try not to keep any junk in my house, but my husband is a junk food junkie. He actually hid a box of cupcakes a few months ago. On a Saturday, Elizabeth got up early and said she wanted to watch TV. I was still tired and the baby was still sleeping, so I told her she could and that I would get up in 45 minutes. When I got up, and got the baby settled, I asked her what she wanted for breakfast. "I already ate" she says. "What did you eat?" I asked. "Cupcakes." she replies.

I go look in the trash and there are SIX empty cupcake wrappers. But I have to beg her to eat anything good, anything healthy.

The point to this story is this: Last night we all went to my dads to get haircuts. (and a color for me... YAY!!!) After we got done, we decided to go eat at Chili's. I ordered chicken and mushroom fajitas, Marty got a steak, Colby got chicken, and Elizabeth ordered a corn dog. I told her that was fine, but that she needed a veggie and she ordered steamed broccoli. Well, the food comes and I am orgasmic over my fajitas. I love mushrooms. I could live on them. I eat two, really quickly because I am also chopping Colby's chicken, and helping Elizabeth with the ketchup and fixing the sippy cup, ... you know all of that parenting stuff. While Marty sits and leisurely eats a steak, chewing carefully, inhaling the sharp spices, and letting the sauce drip leisurely down his chin. Long, slow, swallow of beer. Another bite of steak... ahhhhhh.... to be a man.

Anyway. Elizabeth eats almost all of her corn dog and no broccoli and starts in on her standard mantra: "My stomach hurts. I am full." I know full well she has not eaten a thing since 11:00 and its after 8 at this point. I tell her she needs to eat some broccoli. "I can't!! My stomach hurts!!" Meanwhile, Colby has eaten THREE chicken strips, a bowl of cinnamon apples, two pieces of Elizabeth's broccoli and is stealing fries off of Marty's plate. Marty says "Elizabeth, look at your brother. He has eaten twice as much as you!! You need to eat, it's a long time until breakfast!" and she said...

"But daddy!!!!! Skinny people like me and you can't eat as much as chubby people like mom and Colby!! Our stomachs are just not big like theirs!!"

Goodbye, fajitas. You weren't so good after all, I guess. Or maybe its just this lump in my throat.