Parenting OC Bloggers

Most of the time I feel like a pretty competent mom. I am a scatterbrained person in general, but I can be fairly organized if I put my mind to it. I am extremely patient and I can handle poop, spit up, hanging out all day, you name it. Nothing really bothers me.  Except one thing. And it’s a big thing.

My wife and I took our son to see a nutritionist when he was about a year old.  Unlike most of America’s children who seem to be struggling with obesity, we had the reverse problem–we couldn’t get our boy to put on weight.  The nutritionist hadn’t dealt with that problem in so long she had to break out her archives to print out some helpful tips for us on how to get a toddler to eat more.  Since we went through several months of nutrition advice, doctor’s visits and such, I thought I would share some of what we learned with the rest of you.

One of the many things that my wife craved while she was pregnant was an iced mocha from Starbucks.  It was my job, as the loving husband, to provide her with a daily dose of the chocolate nectar.  Since we are hoping for a second visit from the stork, we’ve taken up visiting that fine purveyor of cocoa.  Last week as we were enjoying our beverages, I looked up and noticed a small, tastefully lettered sign.  The sign matched the general color scheme of the coffee shop and I probably would never even have noticed or read it if I hadn’t been trying to keep my toddler from climbing up the counter.