Napkins are for faces not forks!

Napkins are for faces not forks!

So not a sentence I had ever imagined hearing at my dinner table. That is until Wyatt became the picky little thing that he is when it comes to food. It is no wonder the 6 year old child only weighs 36 lbs, his 3 year old sister weighs 32!

Wyatt doesn't like anything. Alright I may be exaggerating. It isn't that there is nothing he likes, it is that there are very few things he likes. One thing he is a pro at is letting you know just what it is he doesn't like in the most whiny and annoying way possible.

Wyatt likes noodles, pizza, cereal, eggs, oatmeal, chicken nuggets, chicken noodle soup (but only the condensed kind), and a few other things. We make him eat whatever we are having for dinner though. We at least give him very small portions and I try to make sure there is at least one dish he does like so he won't be starving.

When I make his plate I have to make sure none of his food is touching because this is a BIG deal. Ketchup on corn, how in the world could you ever choke that down? Cheese from mac n cheese touching my meatloaf- Oh no!!! Seriously, oh so annoying.

But his latest annoyance- wiping his fork off on his napkin between bites. Yes, his fork has to be completely clean before he can take a new bite. Can he clean his fork off with his mouth since it is food on it? Oh no! Ketchup on meatloaf that is fine but Ketchup on a fork- YUCK! Oh if you could only see my eyes rolling....

If there happens to be a chunk of something stuck between the fork prongs- oh my lord, the world is about to end. He has sat at the table crying becasue he couldn't get this chunk out. 1- becasue he won't just put it in his mouth, 2- becasue apparently as soon as the fork has exited his mouth anything on it is now toxic and can not even be touched by his fingers.

I was a picky eater growing up but Wyatt- well he takes the cake (or he would if it was a cake he liked and it didn't look funny (oh and cupcakes- well those don't count as cake to Wyatt, I so should do an entire blog about all his food weirdies)). And the best part of all of this.... he is passing this wonderfulness on to Lucy. So now when I clear the table there are 2 very dirty napkins- but not from faces, from forks.

I'm so sorry your clothes are clean...

Who knew being efficient was a bad thing?

Here is a snip-it of a near daily conversation between Brad and myself...

Brad- " Where are my pajama pants?"
Me- "The ones you left of the floor near the dirty clothes pile? Those are in the drier."
Brad- " Grumble, grumble....darn you and your efficiency!"

Apparently, I should decipher better which clothes amongst the ones strewn about the floor on Brad's side of the bedroom are actually in need of laundering. Forget the fact that the dirty clothes pile is a few feet away, his clothes (other then work clothes) rarely find their way there. But Murphy's Law would take over if I started sorting based on my opinion of what Brad was thinking when he took this clothes off; if I left the PJ pants then he would get a new pair without looking for yesterday's and if I washed them well then he'd want to wear them again.

I wear clothes more then once before I wash them. But I lay those clothes on my dresser- NOT on the floor. The floor is where the dog lays, it is not where I think "clean" clothes go.

Perhaps the answer to my problem is simply that I need to get that load of laundry back upstairs, folded, and put away before Brad gets home from work ( maybe even toss his PJ pants back to the floor clean then pick them up if he chooses a different pair). Or perhaps Brad should remember the days when I sucked at laundry and didn't do it until there was a mountain over taking the basement. Ya know, when he'd have to look the night before to see if he would even have clean clothes for work. Or when the laundry was run but left in a wrinkled pile in the basement and he'd have to make time to tumble them every morning. Yes, he should definitely remember those days!

And seriously Brad, if you really need that one specific pair of PJ pants, then just go get them out of the drier... it isn't like I said they are in the WASHER!