Our Yes Man

Big T doesn't cry  Last summer, Timothy was on a kick where, if you asked him a question, he would respond by shaking his head from side to side.  No words, but his emphatic shake of the head said it all.  I called it his ‘Dr No’ phase.

But recently, he’s started saying the word ‘yes’ (or really he says a quiet, super cute ‘esssssss’ – like leaky bike tire) to give you an affirmative response when you ask him if he wants a book or food or anything to avoid sleep.

He’s got to be one of the first kids in history to say ‘yes’ before he says ‘no’.

t and cat 2  t and cat


Around the turn of the century, when our now teenage girls were little, I remember talking with parents whose kids couldn’t get to sleep at night, and one of the tricks that they told me was driving the kids around at bedtime.  I found it a little funny, and was pleased that we were such good parents that our kids had developed good sleep patterns and rarely required a car.  Fast forward to today, and Timothy has recently not been going to sleep easily.  Fortunately, I’ve matured and have seen the light that an automobile is a valuable part of the parental tool kit, and so we’ve started trying to address the issue the American way – by sometimes taking to the open road after dinner.

I was taking Timothy for one such sleep ride recently on a freeway near Minneapolis.  With Timothy sitting in his car seat and showing no interest in sleep, I glanced to my left and caught a glimpse of a brother at work — a young father driving with his toddler.

I could immediately tell that he was engaged in the same struggle as me, because he had that zombie dad look, knowing that he had at least another 30 minutes of circling the city, like an airplane on a holding pattern.

Like fellow pilots in flight, our eyes met, we exchanged a knowing nod of respect, and then each continued on our separate paths.

t and lt and l surprise


Our Easter egg hunt this Spring was a two step process:

*Step One consisted of Timothy trying to find the Easter eggs.

*Step Two consisted of us trying to find the Easter eggs that Timothy had found and had subsequently thrown to the ground.  (note:  after finding an egg, Timothy was like an NFL quarterback– he got rid of that egg so quickly that we couldn’t stop him)

A few of those colored eggs were a little worse for the wear after Timothy got ahold of them.  Maybe T just didn’t appreciate them trying to hide from him.

easter eggs


Speaking of fragile things, a few weeks ago at school, Timothy and another boy attempted to ‘hug’ one another in the gym and TRBL got the wrong end of the hug and wound up falling backward and bumping his head on the floor.  Timothy was just fine, but the school was rightly concerned about injuries and a report was sent home.

The report was thorough in explaining the particulars of the boy hug and its aftermath, but a comment in the ‘first aid section’ made us chuckle — that ‘ice was offered but was refused’.

We laughed as we imagined TRBL waving off the well meaning first aid.

t in gym  t in gym 2

Fast forward to last weekend.  Only in our family would sidewalk chalk be a contact sport.  But after Timothy and Catherine had finished negotiating chalk colors and sidewalk real estate, T stumbled and bumped his forehead on the ground.

After a little cry, he was just fine, and with a little red bump to show for it.

Ice was offered but was refused.


t in sweater with glasses 1-15

We visited with a speech specialist recently about using an ‘augmentative device’ for communication.  It’s an iPad that helps kids who are non verbal or who are having trouble with spoken language to be able to communicate.

It reminded me of a doctor visit when Timothy was just a few months old, when the doctor told us that Timothy was developing well, but gave us a caution about child development.  He said, ‘Some kids seem to be developing well, and then for some reason they reach the time to speak and they just don’t.’

At the time, it struck me as odd, but certainly not something we needed to worry about. But as we sit here today facing that possible scenario, it’s a good time to revisit history…

t lying on sidewalk

When we found out that we were pregnant at age 46 (correct, no typo there), and we were told that our baby very likely had Down syndrome.  Though we knew that we would have the baby, that diagnosis was scary and sad.

But we had a little boy with red hair and Down syndrome, named him TRBL, and it’s been amazing – sometimes hard, often laughing, always learning.

t with bookshelf   t dancing

When Timothy was two days old and was having some colon issues, the doctors talked with us about him needing surgery and then needing to use a colostomy bag.  Though we knew that it might be the best solution, that prospect was scary and hard to imagine.

But he had the surgery (at 5 days old) and it went great, he had the ‘poop in a bag’ for six months and it was a breeze — easier than diapers and probably a good dry run in case one of us needs a colostomy bag in the coming years.

So while the current situation can feel scary — with a little boy who is just not speaking words – we can keep it all in perspective.  We’ll be just fine.

As long as our wee Yes Man limits his spontaneous hugs — or at least starts accepting ice when it’s offered.


The Lees

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A Little Magic and a Lot of Good Hair

t w Cat 5 -- 1-15         cat plunge 2   3-1-5

For the fourth year in a row, Catherine gathered more than a dozen teenage girls to jump into the icy waters of Lake Calhoun for the Polar Plunge.  And if the 30 degree weather was almost summer-like, the brisk wind reminded us that it’s still early March in Minnesota.  Team TRBL raised several thousand dollars for Special Olympics.  It’s even more fun this year, because Timothy has recently enjoyed participating in his first Special Olympics program.  Thanks to all of the girls who plunged and to their families and friends who supported them!

team trbl 3   3-15    cat plunge 1 3-1-5


Timothy continues to enjoy hiding things.  Whether sneaking cars under the couch, or books in the bathroom (maybe as future reading material), or Sesame Street characters behind the stereo, our aspiring Easter Bunny is honing his craft every day.  His most personal form of cache cache is when he puts one of his bath animals or cars down his shirt.  He’s like a magician (‘Ta Da!  Now where do you think that toy went?’), and then he glances down to find that, like a vending machine, the discarded object has reappeared at his feet.  But Timothy is realizing that he can’t do that trick while wearing pajamas (footies, of course).  Because he stuffs the toy down the top, but the footies aren’t letting anything sneak out the bottom.

T w C and E    1-15  t asleep -- 2  1-15


Samson was a biblical character who was powerless without his ample hair.  Since Timothy’s hair was beginning to make him look like a member of Spinal Tap, we decided that it was time for a cut.  He assumed the chair with his usual stylist, Teresa (who, like a lecturing dentist, reminded us that it had been more than 4 months since our last visit).  Maybe she’d had too much coffee that morning or couldn’t hear our directions above Timothy’s screaming, but Teresa took that boy’s hair real short.  In a span of 8 minutes, Teresa transformed his look into a cross between Annie Lennox and Uncle Charlie from ‘My Three Sons’.  Our exit that morning from Kid’s Hair was the first time that we weren’t positive that we were leaving with the right child.

t eating w glasses  3   1-15   GREAT T eating w glasses -- 1-15  t eating w glasses 1-15

That is, until we saw the telltale sign.  Timothy loves to play with his bangs when he’s tired.  So when we got in the car, he reached, like normal, above his eyebrow, but this time he came up empty handed.  A look of surprise flashed across his face as Samson realized that his four months’ of locks were gone — he had lost the power of the bangs.  And over the next few days, we kept seeing him reach instinctively for those missing locks, hoping that they had returned to their rightful place on his forehead.  But don’t cry for Argentina, since little Red’s hair grows like a weed and so he’ll have the soothing power of the bangs soon enough.

t w book    t with jack 1-15   2

(Before Haircut…………………………………….and After)


I have written many times that I pray for Courage and Patience.  And that’s really the deal for me with Timothy’s speech development.  His speech therapists believe that he has something called ‘verbal apraxia’.  It’s not a condition that is well understood, but Timothy seems cognitively (brain function) to be doing very well, and he makes plenty of sounds with his mouth, but his brain and mouth have trouble connecting.  Our doctor says that it can be similar to people who have suffered a brain injury and that outward progress can often be slow.

Though he’s not yet saying words, he can now make sounds for most of the letters in the alphabet and can recognize those letters (just ask the churchgoers, who hear him in the back of church exclaiming ‘Aaaaaaaaa’ after seeing an ‘A’ on a stained glass window).

GOOD T with cath 1-15 GREAT t with cath -- 1-15

And he’s getting a lot of good help, with speech therapy four times a week and help and love and humor at home.  While we hope for the progress to be predictable and linear – moving smoothly from 1 to 2 to 3 to 4 to 5  — that’s just not the way it’s happening right now.  Timothy is making very real progress, but it feels more like 1-2-2-2-4-4-3-3-5-5-5-….

T at school -- 2015           t at chalkboard -- 1-15

And while I’m very confident that we’ll help the redhead get out of this hole, it’s like other tricky challenges that many of us face at some point – a serious health crisis, a lost job, etc.  There’s not a simple answer, and addressing the situation may take more work and time than we expect.

GREAT t w jack  2  1-15 GREAT t w jack 1-15

That’s where Courage and Patience come to the rescue – having the Courage to stay focused on the goal, to not let fear get in the way and to never, ever give up; and also having the Patience to stay calm, to accept, and to realize that there’s a lot that we can’t control.  Those are two good guard rails for this road trip.

Or at least it gives us something to do while we wait for Timothy’s hair to grow back.

Still super Grateful,

The Lees

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Sleeping Beauty

z cat and t HWeen  t w book 3

It was on a Saturday, just after lunch, around Timothy’s nap time, and we had an event to attend mid afternoon, and so I needed T to get a 90 minute nap before our event.

Okay, wait.  Step back a sentence and find the word ‘needed’.  That’s the problem.

As soon as you ‘need’ Timothy to do something, a chemical is released in his brain (underneath all of that red hair), that tells him that he has you exactly where he wants you.  And then you’re done for.

T with garden gnome 2     T w cat

Now, the best way to ‘encourage’ the little man to fall asleep is an early afternoon drive in the car.  So I loaded him into his car seat, and jumped onto the highway and just started driving.

After ten minutes, he was still in the back seat babbling away — which to the untrained eye looked adorable, but is not so cute to me when I need him to be counting sheep, not making sounds like sheep.

I looked back at him, and maybe he saw something in my facial expression (most likely ‘fear’), but the look on TRBL’s face suddenly changed from innocent (‘yeah, we’re going for a car ride’), to double crossed (‘wait a minute, my own father is trying to get me to go to sleep?’).

And you could tell that the not-so-incredible hulk was not going to make my job easy.

T on plane 2  t w book 2

I tried every trick – the silent treatment, turning on soothing classical music and finally, cranking up the heat to turn the car into a mobile sauna.

Finally, after thirty minutes on the road, having absorbed a lot of heat and classical music, (note: I believe that future global warming pacts/emission standards will limit fathers to a maximum of 15 minutes of driving to get their kids to go to sleep), Timothy’s eyes were closed and his head cocked back and to the left, like a bored student in an econ class.

I pulled into the driveway, pleased that, yet again, good had triumphed over evil.

I removed T Rex from his car seat and laid him down in his crib.

…. and ten minutes later, sleeping beauty was up and running around the house.


z cat and t 2     T w bear 2

Speaking of sleep and good and evil, here’s an observation about attending church with young kids.  When you go to a church (or other religious) service, if you happen to have older kids or no kids, you just walk into the church and find a pew and sit down.  And that’s all that the pew is to you– a seat where you’ll sit for the next hour.  But when you have a toddler, it’s a whole different level of commitment.  It’s more like a vacation rental.  You walk in, look around for a pew, maybe ask an agent (usher) for suggestions on different areas and how well sound (from your kid) travels and the location of bathrooms, and then you make your selection.  And then you walk into your pew and meet your neighbors and apologize for any future noise.  Finally, you make yourself at home by spreading all of your stuff out in the pew – because you know that while this service may only last an hour, it could feel like a lifetime (for you or maybe for the people around you), and so it’s best to make yourself comfortable and also make it a little tougher for them to kick you out.

T and E 12-14  z cat and t


Timothy is getting ready for Christmas at our house.

The most fun for him so far has been sitting in his high chair and playing with – and occasionally throwing — a small set of tiny nativity characters (Mary, baby Jesus, etc).  He’s also developing other important Christmas skills, such as pulling the skirt from underneath the tree and redecorating (read: removing ornaments from) the Christmas tree.  We’re so proud.

Lee family

However you celebrate this time of year, we hope that you can spend it with people you love and that you have a wonderful Holidays and a Happy New Year!


The Lees

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Wee Smasher

Halloween 4  Halloween 5

Timothy enjoyed his first real trick or treating Halloween dressed in a costume that was somewhere between a dragon, a crocodile and T Rex.  We went out with some of the other ‘young families’ in our neighborhood, and Timothy had a lot of fun (above and below he’s practicing for trick or treating by getting the mail).

Halloween 7  Halloween  Halloween 6

People get a kick out of the idea that Timothy’s initials (TRBL) sorta spell the word ‘trouble’.  But I may have found a better description for our little one, when a Scottish friend, Steve (after having beaten me for the umpteenth time in a Ryder Cup bet), looked at the blog and said, “Here in Scotland, we would refer to Timothy as a ‘Wee smasher’”.  Given the collateral damage to our house and his toys, I’d say the Scot hit the nail on the head.

T at Target 8-14


As I turn 50 years old, there are certain rough sports – like tackle football and soccer — where it was fun to play when I was younger and now I’d be happy to be a spectator at, but I’d rather not risk participating in.  And no contact sport fits this description better than ‘parenting in public’.

As a spectator, it’s fun to overhear what other parents do in public to get their kids in line, but if I’m the parent in the ring with the bull, ‘fun’ is not the first word that comes to mind.

I got a chance to put this to the test last month when we all went East to visit Elisabeth, who is a freshman at Mount Holyoke College.  Timothy and I were the advance team, and we two amigos flew out together on a 7am flight to Boston.

Boston boys 1

Armed with more (airport purchased) coloring books and stuffed animals than Santa Claus, I arrived with Timothy at our gate.  Timo was doing great and so I thought that I would let him out of the stroller and then feed him some breakfast.  In retrospect, that decision was about as wise as the one to book a 7am cross country flight with a toddler (‘hmmm, I wonder why there aren’t more young families on this flight?’).

This is when ‘parenting in public’ began for me and the 152 spectators of Delta Flight 808 (oh, and don’t that this shift was lost on Timothy either).

Timothy refused to eat and decided that he needed to get some energy out of his system right as the plane was beginning to board.

The next critical question was –- do we board early?

The rule of thumb is that you should board early if your child is well behaved and will sit quietly in their seat for 20 minutes prior to take off.  The problem is that this description fits almost no three year old boys — and not that many dads, for that matter.

Because if you board early, and if your kid starts acting up, you become the roadside fender bender, as boarding passengers slow the boarding process by slowing down to gawk at the unraveling power struggle.

So what did I decide to do?        Of course, I rolled the dice and boarded early.

And once we found seats 14 A and B, and Timothy looked at me with that ‘you woke me up at 5am, confined me to a stroller, didn’t feed me, and now you expect me to sit silently seatbelted into a small seat, and resist sliding onto the floor, standing up or pulling any of the nearby seats’ kind of look, I started second guessing that decision as well…


Finally, we’re so grateful during this Holiday of Thanksgiving.  We’ve got wonderful families and friends and people in our lives, and health and education and opportunity, and we’ve been blessed with many, many gifts.

Holyoke 5     Holyoke 6

As I’ve said often before, I pray regularly for courage and patience.  For the courage to work hard, but to balance that with patience when needed.

Timothy shows us that daily, as he struggles to learn to speak, but he also shows great moments of progress.  And whatever he’s doing, he’s making us laugh and think and appreciate — oftentimes while we’re cleaning up after him.

We feel very blessed…. even if it was a little hard for me and my 152 Delta friends to appreciate the wee smasher’s gifts on that early morning flight to Boston.

Boston boys 3


The Lees

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A Boy and his Rug

T sitting on stone at ND -- 8-14   Catherine went to the Edina Homecoming Dance on Saturday night and people loved it when Timothy busted out his breakdancing move (yes, ‘move’ is meant to be singular) at the pre-dance photo session.  ________________________

3rd birthday 4      T and Cat

Mealtime with Timothy used to be a battle, but now it’s more of a ballet (which ironically has about the same letters).  In the past, T might register his disapproval by throwing an unwanted piece of French toast.  Now, Timothy is using a more subtle game of resistance.  Instead of throwing, he slowly raises the out of favor piece of French toast in the air, and looks at you quizzically/maniacally (as if to say ‘your move’).  He dangles the innocent piece of food precariously behind his chair, ready to let it drop to the ground at any moment.  His graceful movements would be a thing of beauty, but are harder to appreciate when he’s blackmailing you.


Reading 12  Reading 10

We’ve mentioned before the Turkish rug in our living room that we bought during a vacation.  We talk to our girls about using good judgment, and maybe that’s partly because it was a slight lapse of judgment in Istanbul in 2008 that resulted in a small windfall for a rug dealer and the arrival at our home several weeks later of an 80 year old Turkish rug.  The rug was a staple in our house for several years until Timothy arrived and started using the fringe of this rug of dubious origin as a pacifier.  As much as we liked the rug, seeing our toddler flossing with its fringe led us to decide to put the rug away.  But after some time, the rug returned to its rightful place in the living room.  And we love it.

But about a month ago, Timothy started turning his attention back to the Turkish rug.  That beautiful rug – which had survived 80 years of conflict in the Middle East and a few years of tension in the Lee household – suddenly found itself being rolled up by a three year old boy.  Timothy would be playing in the living room, we’d look away for a minute, and when we looked back, he’d made a unilateral decision to remove the floor covering.

Reading 8  Reading 5

We would chuckle, and roll the rug back out.  But he kept doing the Turkish roll up, and we kept stopping him and suggesting that he redecorate his own room.  He rolled it up several times, and then, one day, Timothy’s carpet rolling up days stopped as suddenly as they’d begun.

But let me tell you — this boy is stubborn, has a long memory (which is easy to do when you’re only three years old), and more often than not, he gets his way.  So I didn’t think for a minute that we’d seen the last skirmish between the Turk and the toddler.

Reading 3

Well, in the past few days, Timothy has had a stomach bug.  In order to help him get past the resulting case of bad diaper rash, we’ve been letting him walk around the living room without a diaper (don’t worry – this is all leading somewhere).

That encouraged nudity has been good for him, but we got a little nervous about potential collateral damage to the floor, furniture, etc.

We talked about what to do, and we decided that it would be wise to at least protect our favorite Turkish rug by putting it away indefinitely.

But after we rolled up the rug and put it down in the basement, I realized that it couldn’t have worked more perfectly for him.  Timothy had finally gotten his way.  A stomach bug is a heck of a way to win, but he got the job done.  The kid’s like a mafia boss.  If he wants the Turkish rug gone, that rug will be gone.  And if you won’t let him do it, then he’ll find someone else to do it for him… like you.

Reading 1

And what else would you expect from our red headed breakdancing ballerina?


The Lee’s


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T for Three, or You’re never too young to breakdance

Birthday candle blowing        Breakdance 1

Timothy celebrated his third birthday this weekend in a small private ceremony surrounded by family and friends.  It’s hard to believe that the little amigo is already three, though he’s generously agreed to ease our transition by extending the behavior of the terrible two’s for a few more months.

3rd birthday 11        3rd birthday 8

Timothy has spent much of the past six months responding to most questions by shaking his head from side to side.  (as a note, his doctor says that it’s a whole lot easier to shake your head from side to side than to nod it up and down, so those nods will come at a later date)

I call this his ‘Dr. No’ phase, since any question would receive a shaking of the head — ‘Do you like these pears?’ (shakes head), ‘Should we read this book?’ (shakes head more vigorously), ‘Will the Twins win their division?’ (shakes head wildly – though you can’t blame him on that one).  Fortunately, Timothy has recently exited his ‘Dr No’ phase.  And given that the Twin Cities hosted the All Star game this summer, it’s only fitting that Timothy would choose a baseball theme for his next act.  Still, I’m not sure I’m crazy about his selection of ‘hitting’ and ‘throwing’ as his newest phases.  Suddenly, Dr. No doesn’t seem so bad after all.

3rd birthday 9      T as bubushka

Timothy got a long overdue haircut recently.  He’s got a reputation at the local child haircut place, both for the red hair and for the red face that he wears as he screams his way through a haircut.  His stylist, Theresa, is amazing at being able to quickly cut the hair on a moving target, and to mix small talk with us with an occasional calm plea, ‘okay, can you try to get him to stop kicking?’

Interestingly, Timothy’s prior haircut was courtesy of our Italian exchange student, Giuliano.  My favorite Italian used that Mediterranean charm to get Timo to sit still for 15 minutes for a cut.  After G’s work was done, Laura thought that Timothy’s hair looked good, but was surprised to see that each of the little redhead’s sideburns seemed to taper down to a point.  She found that curious, until she looked at Giuliano and saw — sideburns that tapered down to a point.  Finally, the Milan runway had reached the Midwest.

T on E's luggage pre Mt Holy       Rdg with E

Last week, Laura took our oldest daughter, Elisabeth, to Mount Holyoke College to start her freshman year.  We wondered if it would be hard for us to send our oldest child off to college, but remember that Elisabeth spent last year in India.  So let’s see – having our daughter at a small all women’s college just a few states away and we get to see her in October vs. having her spend 10 months in a large city in India?  Ummm, I love Indian food and she had a tremendous experience over there, but we’ll happily endure a boring year in the United States.


Timothy has music class on Wednesdays with a group of his fellow toddlers.  The teacher concludes each class with a warm down exercise.  Everyone lies on their side and puts their head down on the ground and pretends to go to sleep.  Everyone that is, but our little general, who instead likes to inspect the troops by walking around the circle, kneeling down next to and making eye contact with each well behaving faux sleeping child.  Even in music class, we’re marching to a different drummer.

Breakdance 2

Speaking of music, like his father, Timothy is a dancer.  As an Irishman, he prays for rhythm, but doesn’t have the patience to wait for that gift.  So when any music comes on, he springs onto whatever can serve as a dance floor and starts spinning and waving his arms.  He’s now taken a stab at breakdancing.  When you ask him to show his skills, he puts both hands on the floor and freezes his pose, looking like a cross between something out of Zoolander and a dog taking a break at a tree.

Very Grateful,

The Lee’s

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Orange is the new Black

t in or 20     t in or 15

Last weekend, we had a fun graduation and welcome home party for Elisabeth.  She and her good friend, Audrey (who studied in India with her) spent many hours making our kitchen smell like a real Indian kitchen, and the food was awesome.

Timothy was dressed up in an orange kurta (long shirt) and white pants.  He looked adorable strolling the grounds in his new outfit, but also looked like he might start spouting out words of wisdom, given that he looked wiser in his kurta than when he’s waddling around in a white onesie.


t in or 10   t in or 12  t in or4   t in or 11

Balloons are magical things.  Most kids are drawn to them like a bee to honey.  Heck, so are adults — you should how much fun we had watching the hot air balloon fiesta (with over 500 hot air balloons) when we lived in Albuquerque.

Anyway, we’ve had the ‘welcome home’ balloon from Elisabeth’s return floating on the living room ceiling for the past few weeks.  From time to time, Timothy remembers that it’s there and pulls it down by the string and hits it or tries in vain to wrestle with it.

t in or 8  t in or 3

This morning, I sensed (and also smelled) a very dirty diaper, and the crabby redhead was in no mood for a diaper change.  So I picked him up and carried him against my side — like a very reluctant football – into his room.  As we walked past, he grabbed the string and dragged that balloon into his room, probably for security in case things got messy.

t in or


Timothy has, for a long time, fed himself (or else thrown) the pieces of food placed on his high chair tray.  And for awhile, we’ve had two modes of eating yogurt – we feed it to him, or we hold the container while he uses a spoon to scoop it out, though the latter gets much messier.  Timo recently took over the whole process, including cradling the yogurt container with his right arm while he scoops it out with his left.

Seeing this little leap of progress reminds me of how funny – and sometimes frustrating – mealtime with Timothy can be.

t in or 21   t in or 23

In fact, I would say that serving a meal to a two year old can be like directing an elementary school play – with each scene and its characters (the food) cued up and ready to go and waiting anxiously for their turn.  And it’s all about presentation, and keeping the parents happy.  First comes the fruit, and don’t let the toast fingers sneak in until the sausage is completely gone.  If the banana isn’t looking so ripe, you might need a late understudy, like grapes.  (actually, one big difference is that you’ll never see food leave the stage in mid scene because it has to go to the bathroom)

Though as I think about it, mealtime with a two year old is more like a chess match.  You watch your opponent, stay calm and try to think three moves ahead.  You lead with the diced peaches and try at all costs to protect your sippy cup.  But wait, he countered by brushing the diced peaches off of his tray?  ‘No worries, we’ll regroup and try another peach offensive after we regain some momentum with the wheat Chex.’

But actually, feeding a two year old may be as simple as a boxing match.  You’ve been training and preparing for this moment and you have a plan, but to paraphrase Iron Mike Tyson, ‘Everyone has a plan until they get hit in the face by a flying Mandarin orange.’  And that’s when you scramble and just try to get out of that meal without a change of clothing – for either of you.

It’s a poker game, it’s a marketing focus group, it’s improvisational comedy.  It’s all of those things and more rolled into one — and we’re lucky that we have a good and hearty eater (which is why TRBL fills out that orange kurta so well).  And that’s why it can be fun – but also sometimes a wee bit frustrating.  Because while we may be in a hurry and planning serve a quick and efficient one act meal, the little king may decide that he’s in the mood to perform a long Sheakespeare piece and is not interested in rushing the creative process. And guess who’s likely to win that battle?

Actually, the Shakespearean drama is all good — that is until the Mandarin oranges start flying…


The Lees

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