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]]> By: lady tabouli http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135&cpage=1#comment-964 lady tabouli Thu, 11 Feb 2010 02:09:42 +0000 http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135#comment-964 Hmmm... the image of your friend throwing out the fruit snacks at the mom culture event made me laugh out loud. I have been to one of those events and felt your same superiority feeling by coming without snacks or a damn extra nappy- had to borrow one from someone's prada diaper bag. Hmmm… the image of your friend throwing out the fruit snacks at the mom culture event made me laugh out loud. I have been to one of those events and felt your same superiority feeling by coming without snacks or a damn extra nappy- had to borrow one from someone’s prada diaper bag.

]]> By: peevish mama http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135&cpage=1#comment-888 peevish mama Sat, 23 Jan 2010 18:13:20 +0000 http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135#comment-888 Well, well, well! I think I touched a nerve! Mamartiste, yes, that cheeeeze that comes with swimming nachos - oh, what is it? I think it's made of plastic. I loves me some cheese, but honestly, that stuff makes me gag. Tartare, I would expect nothing less from the mother of Lil' Salami and I totally agree with you - I owe most of my youthful glow to the magical properties of pig fat. Dolly, shrimp risotto???? I want some! Well, well, well! I think I touched a nerve!

Mamartiste, yes, that cheeeeze that comes with swimming nachos – oh, what is it? I think it’s made of plastic. I loves me some cheese, but honestly, that stuff makes me gag.

Tartare, I would expect nothing less from the mother of Lil’ Salami and I totally agree with you – I owe most of my youthful glow to the magical properties of pig fat.

Dolly, shrimp risotto???? I want some!

]]> By: Mamartiste http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135&cpage=1#comment-884 Mamartiste Fri, 22 Jan 2010 01:28:15 +0000 http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135#comment-884 I, too, am disgusted by the junk that kids around me are consuming. Nicolette (my 9-year-old daughter) is on a swim team that has a meet every Saturday starting at 9:00 a.m. It is a common sight to see these little swimmers cramming their mouths with hotdogs and nachos drenched in cheese whiz by 9:30. Some of them are the swimmers who have just finished their 1 or 2 lap race and their parents feel they've earned it, or burned off enough calories (I guess). Others are the siblings who get dragged along for a few hours and their parents are trying to make the whole swim meet experience more tolerable, or easing their guilt at making the sibling sit and watch endless swimming instead of doing what they want to be doing on a Saturday morning. Either way, it's sad to see these young kids with jiggly butts and huge bellies. Aren't sports supposed to promote good attitudes about bodies - strength and stamina and muscle? There is a huge disconnect. I find myself feeling very anal when I tell my daughter's friend that no, I'd rather that my daughter didn't eat a chocolate donut right before bedtime, even if it's being offered in the spirit of friendship. I'm the bad guy. It is often easier to pick your battles and suck it up and let them have it, but I hate being put in that position. Oreos are junk, and sure they taste great ,but they're a treat and if you have them everyday, then they're no longer treats but just a bad diet. I just read the NY Times article and it's right on. Bring your own snacks if you need them and stop turning every activity into a junk food fest where to be the responsible parent who doesn't feel like a heel you compromise your principals and let your kid eat just 2 cookies instead of the 10 that his friend is having. Ugh! (Hi Peevish Mama and family)! I, too, am disgusted by the junk that kids around me are consuming. Nicolette (my 9-year-old daughter) is on a swim team that has a meet every Saturday starting at 9:00 a.m. It is a common sight to see these little swimmers cramming their mouths with hotdogs and nachos drenched in cheese whiz by 9:30. Some of them are the swimmers who have just finished their 1 or 2 lap race and their parents feel they’ve earned it, or burned off enough calories (I guess). Others are the siblings who get dragged along for a few hours and their parents are trying to make the whole swim meet experience more tolerable, or easing their guilt at making the sibling sit and watch endless swimming instead of doing what they want to be doing on a Saturday morning. Either way, it’s sad to see these young kids with jiggly butts and huge bellies. Aren’t sports supposed to promote good attitudes about bodies – strength and stamina and muscle? There is a huge disconnect.

I find myself feeling very anal when I tell my daughter’s friend that no, I’d rather that my daughter didn’t eat a chocolate donut right before bedtime, even if it’s being offered in the spirit of friendship. I’m the bad guy. It is often easier to pick your battles and suck it up and let them have it, but I hate being put in that position. Oreos are junk, and sure they taste great ,but they’re a treat and if you have them everyday, then they’re no longer treats but just a bad diet.

I just read the NY Times article and it’s right on. Bring your own snacks if you need them and stop turning every activity into a junk food fest where to be the responsible parent who doesn’t feel like a heel you compromise your principals and let your kid eat just 2 cookies instead of the 10 that his friend is having. Ugh!

(Hi Peevish Mama and family)!

]]> By: tartare http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135&cpage=1#comment-883 tartare Thu, 21 Jan 2010 22:05:14 +0000 http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135#comment-883 From experience, I must say the perfect protein snack is salami. No prep, no fuss, no maintenance. It can sit in the bottom of the purse for days without damage. The only change is the fat liquifies a bit, just enough to moisturize the little snacker's lips, chin, cheeks and hands. From experience, I must say the perfect protein snack is salami. No prep, no fuss, no maintenance. It can sit in the bottom of the purse for days without damage. The only change is the fat liquifies a bit, just enough to moisturize the little snacker’s lips, chin, cheeks and hands.

]]> By: Dolly http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135&cpage=1#comment-882 Dolly Thu, 21 Jan 2010 21:55:05 +0000 http://www.peevishmama.com/?p=2135#comment-882 Mama - you are not alone. Soul Daddy had forwarded me that very NYTimes article just a few days ago. We both abhor the constant request for a snack by our children and are challenged daily from 3:15 until dinner time with a whiny, "I'm hungry..." It annoys me to no end that with every soccer season comes a sign-up sheet to bring a snack. I am guilted into penciling my name in and then am usually running around at my lunch hour the day of the game, actually taking into consideration that I hope the team likes the snack I bring. God forbid Mimi's mom brings 'lil pretzels - again. As the coach, I might have to start a coup against the snack sign up sheet. Oh lordy, I can see my wide eyed seven year old ducking for cover now. Pick your battles right? That being said, I love a good snack. I love a good meal, but the nibble leading up to a meal can be just as juicy, especially when pared with a tasty beverage when possible. Working in an office, I must say, the tummy rumbles like clockwork at 10:00 a.m. and I must have some yogurt. After a sensible lunch, it's calling me again at 3:00, and I'm perusing the employee lounge to see if perhaps a vendor brought something in. The problem is that children don't have an internal register that says, "Hey, I want to have room for that shrimp risotto later, so I'll stop myself now." We have to swoop in and limit it, and at 5:30 when everyone is whining (myself included)the defenses are down. I'm pouring myself a glass of wine and thinking, "What's one more cheese stick gonna hurt?" Mama – you are not alone. Soul Daddy had forwarded me that very NYTimes article just a few days ago. We both abhor the constant request for a snack by our children and are challenged daily from 3:15 until dinner time with a whiny, “I’m hungry…” It annoys me to no end that with every soccer season comes a sign-up sheet to bring a snack. I am guilted into penciling my name in and then am usually running around at my lunch hour the day of the game, actually taking into consideration that I hope the team likes the snack I bring. God forbid Mimi’s mom brings ‘lil pretzels – again. As the coach, I might have to start a coup against the snack sign up sheet. Oh lordy, I can see my wide eyed seven year old ducking for cover now. Pick your battles right?

That being said, I love a good snack. I love a good meal, but the nibble leading up to a meal can be just as juicy, especially when pared with a tasty beverage when possible. Working in an office, I must say, the tummy rumbles like clockwork at 10:00 a.m. and I must have some yogurt. After a sensible lunch, it’s calling me again at 3:00, and I’m perusing the employee lounge to see if perhaps a vendor brought something in.

The problem is that children don’t have an internal register that says, “Hey, I want to have room for that shrimp risotto later, so I’ll stop myself now.” We have to swoop in and limit it, and at 5:30 when everyone is whining (myself included)the defenses are down. I’m pouring myself a glass of wine and thinking, “What’s one more cheese stick gonna hurt?”

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