This week has been another doozy. I keep thinking that we’re going to catch a break. One child has hand, foot, and mouth disease. The other has a broken finger and a dozen itchy ant bites from a weekend party that ended up being anything but. I tried to get to an exercise class this morning to relieve a little stress. The studio was closed. Then the school called to say that Eleanor had ants in her lunch.
The final straw came at the grocery store. A few weeks ago, they quit carrying the kids’ yogurt that we always bought for Eleanor. So we started feeding her the baby yogurt that we bought for Henry. We figured that the baby whole-milk yogurt was better for her anyway. Greg and I are not big believers in the fat-free craze. Today, the baby yogurt was gone. All of it has been replaced by yogurt that squirts.
I understand why people like the squirting food containers. It is much easier to carry around a squirter (Yup, that’s what I’m calling them.) than a cup of yogurt and a spoon. Let’s not talk about my past attempts to carry a snack of peach or pear in my purse. Yes, pouches of fruit are easier.
Here’s my problem: I want my children to eat most of their food while sitting at a table. Also, I want them to learn to use utensils. Sitting down at a table for a meal or even a snack is more enjoyable than sucking down food in the car. Eating slowly also gives us a chance to recognize whether we are full. I know that I can give my children the standard adult cups of yogurt, but the serving size is too large.
We have the occasional snack at the park or in the car, just as everyone does. I’m not going to delve into the sports fanaticism and over-scheduled childhoods that we tend to have in this country. I just want back my little cups of children’s yogurt. It is a sad statement about our food habits when pouches of goo are no longer just an option but instead the default.