...... if you promise not to tell my
Kids when they grow up. Want to know how I taught my kids to eat on their own.
Right before serving them food, I apply a face mask. You know like the stinky-eww-green-yellow
ones, ripe papaya, avocado, tomato
pulp anything would do. Esp the ones that keep dripping. So when you arrive in style, they will not want to eat from you, because
you look creepy and smell like poop. It is an instant hit, and works like magic
every time.
It is a win-win situation for you and for them. They are
learning to be independent, confident beings, knowing exactly what is going in
their mouths, hand-eye coordination, so much. And for you, you might have
always read the miracles of homemade face packs and wondered one day when my
kids grew up and I will be free, that one day I will have a day routine and
night routine for my body and face. This is the time to take out that near
expiration date face mask and apply it. And enjoy.
It is a herculean task to feed the two of them three meals a
day. They are efficient enough to eat spicy junk and snacks on their own, but
when it comes to having a civilized healthy meal, they terribly fail. By the
time there are last few bites left in the plate, I feel like eating it myself
and finishing it off. It is test of my patience and motherhood everyday every
meal. It sometimes gets really difficult choosing between myself, my time and
kids and feeding them. But once I finish feeding these monsters, I feel so
relieved at the thought that I am a free bird for the next 3 hours.
The first time I applied a face mask after ages, was for
de-tanning from a shade somewhere between well done and charcoal. So before the
mask dried, I had time to kill, and what better way to kill than to feed your
loving child. So after calling the kids 36th time to come and eat at
the dinning table, when they finally came, they were both yelling. Brownie
because she thought I looked like Jim Carrey from Mask and was going to perform
the Rumba dance on Cuban Pete. And the younger one was shrieking in fear. Once
they gained their senses back, they didn’t want me anywhere near their food. They
were calling out for Dad, who was still in office, and so were on their own. How
I rejoice the moment of that out of the blue discovery. Now I know what the
teacher meant when she said, “Ofcourse they know how to eat on their own.”
So I tried it another time to see if works or was is one
time luck. But it does and I couldn’t be more proud of myself. Now dad wants a
Men Face Pack too. How about that?
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