George and I have been teaching a Sunday school class for 2-year olds at our home church for 9 years. Nine. That's a lot of changing poopy diapers all in the name of Jesus. Seriously though, we love it. Every week, we teach Bible stories, make crafts, and get our toddler fix all without having to increase the size of our own family. We have already been there and done that 4 times over (13 really if you count all the fosters we have welcomed into our home and I count them).
At a recent appreciation luncheon, our preschool minister awarded us with a gift certificate to Olive Garden. We'd been planning to use it for a much needed date night and I decided tonight was going be that date night. With Jacob being 15 and really a pretty responsible kid, we have allowed him to earn his keep by babysitting Vivie once in a blue moon so that his parents will be able to remember why they like each other so much. It's a win-win if you ask me. We get free babysitting and Jacob gets parents who still want to be married to each other.
Well, it's cross country season which means it is Team Spaghetti Dinner Season as well. Jacob's team had a meet today and a team dinner tonight which he told me about after said meet. He spends so much of his school year training for his sport and studying for all of his pre-AP and AP classes that on the rare occasion when he asks to do something social, I am hard pressed to say no...as was the case tonight. I told George that our dinner plans had been sauced and he said let's just take Vivie and whomever else wants to go with us. Liam opted to have the whole house to himself for a bit (classic middle kid who shares a room with his younger brother move if you ask me), but Nathan, on the other hand was so excited to try a "new place." Because we have 4 children, 3 of which usually order off the adult menu, we don't eat out often and when we do, 9 out of 10 times we choose Mexican fare. So yes, my soon to be 11-year old son had probably never had Olive Garden. I don't know if I'm sad that he was so stoked about Olive Garden or if I'm grateful that he is so easily pleased. I'm leaning toward grateful.
So our party of 2 was a party of 4 tonight and it was really a precious night of being able to just really focus on the younger 2 for a change. After dinner, we allowed the kiddos to order dessert and both Nathan and Vivie decided on the ice cream sundae. When the server put the ice cream sundae on the table in front of Nathan, my sweet boy looked at me with his dancing blue eyes and said, "Wow. I have never had chocolate sauce on my ice cream!" I looked at him in utter disbelief and said, "Sure you have." He promised me that no he had not. Chocolate sauce on ice cream was a new and exciting development in his experience with desserts. George just shook his head and said, " This is Jacob and the gum all over again."
Confession time: I abhor gum chewing. I think it is just disgusting and even more so if you smack your gum. Because of this, I was never one to buy gum for the kids. If anyone will smack gum, you know kids will. If anyone will get gum stuck in her hair, it will be a kid or at the very least, because of a kid. If you ever find gum smashed in your carpet, you know it's because a kid did it. In my world, gum + kids = mess waiting to happen. So yeah, I tried to keep gum on the streets and out of the mouths of my kids.
When Jacob was 5, he played t-ball. One of the moms (the dealer, as I like to call her) brought gum as part of the team snack. Gum. Seriously? Was gum on the list of approved snacks? Baseball moms are like the honey badger...they don't care about any such list of approved snacks. Maybe soccer moms do, but baseball moms are perfectly content to shove one of those plastic squeeze type bottles filled with nothing more than red dye #40 and high fructose corn syrup into the right hand of your precious little slugger and a Little Debbie Star Crunch into his left hand. So the snack mom handed Jacob a piece of gum and my little guy held it in his sweet little hand with uncertainty written all over his baby face. He looked at the gum then at George and then at the gum again. All of the other kiddos were standing around smacking their gum like professional baseball players and then there was our sweet innocent Jacob, sheltered from this oral vice, standing there simply dazed and confused. George, embarrassed for Jacob, jumped to his aid immediately and explained the whole nonsensical chew-chew-chew-but-don't-swallow-it concept of gum. On the drive home following the game, I got an earful from George about how embarrassing it was that our kid was the only kid who had never even seen gum. It was done, It was over. My gum-free world was now a world of gum smacking bubble popping and sticky spots on the floor and furniture chaos. From that moment on, George took it upon himself to enlighten our kiddos in the ways of gum chewing when they were no more than 2 or 3 years old. He vowed never to have another incident of gum incompetency in our family again.
Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not as uptight as it seems. I try like most moms to ensure that my kiddos are eating a varied diet with lots of healthy choices from all the main food groups but I also let them enjoy some fun foods, too. For instance, when Hostess scared us all by going out of business, I bought some Hostess Cupcakes and Twinkies so the kids would know what a loss the No Nutritional Value This Can't Be Real Food World was experiencing. And just this summer, when Jacob asked about getting some Pop Tarts. I casually mentioned that when I was a kid, the frosted grape ones were my favorite. He said, "You know what's sad? I have not had enough to know which ones are my favorite." So I spent the next several weeks allowing the kids to try a wide range of Pop Tarts. I haven't bought any in weeks and weeks and you know what, they don't seem to miss them. I also bake cookies (and by cookies I mean real cookies with 2 sticks of butter and too much sugar to acknowledge) nearly every single week of the school year. So don't tell me I'm the food police just because I reserve soda for special occasions and I refuse to buy fruit snacks because their sugar bugs make cavities like rabbits make bunnies.
All is now right in the dessert world as Nathan has experienced the thrill of chocolate syrup on his ice cream.
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