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Sunday, December 3rd, 2023 01:00 pm
 I've had one too many people remark on how amazing it is that kids under my care eat such a variety of foods and I need to get something off my chest about it.

Of course I'm going to say that the secret to getting kids to eat things is to put them on their plates and not bug them about eating them. And also that when you talk about food you do it in a celebratory way, how delicious the delicious food is, how lovely it is that we can derive our parts from it.

You know what else though? Some kids really are going to have a narrower range of food they eat for a wide variety of reasons. I've come to the conclusion that a very strong dislike is actually an intolerance, not a whim. A child who refuses all slippery foods should be offered the same respect as a child who breaks out in to hives. Don't put up a struggle until the kid gags and vomits all over the table. Take their word for it, and give them other things to eat when you're having guacamole and vichysoise. Maybe give them the opportunity to test it out later, but have something else to eat. Also, don't make them prove their case. If they loved raw vegies last week & can't abide them this week, it's frustrating, but that's life.

I treat adults the same way. No, of course, if you're an adult I am not ultimately responsible for your diet, but I will ask your restrictions before feeding you if I have a chance. It's more pleasant to me to know I can meet your needs. It's not a burden. If I can't meet your needs it's sad. I have a vegetarian friend who always has to bring her own food when eating with her sister. They've been doing this forever! If I have her over there's going to be at least a complete meatless option. Why not? There's nothing inherent to a vegetarian diet that a meateater can't eat. 

I think there's a pretty long list of foods my son doesn't like. There was a period in his childhood where he would accept so few foods for dinner that in order to have a tolerable level of variety for the rest of us I would have had to make two complete different dinners. I couldn't do that. So when he was eight I said, I was going to cook what I wanted, and if he didn't like that he could make his own dinner, as long as it had all the healthy components. Of course I  often cooked what he would eat anyway. Anyway, he learned some nutrition, and got cooking skills, and I got to eat things that weren't spaghetti, roast chicken, sweet potatoes or broccoli. Notice his preferred diet was already pretty balanced. I have a brother in law who can occasionally be gotten to eat a spinach salad but otherwise eats meat and starch. He's had a lot of severe intestinal issues that family lore attributes to his unbalanced diet but which I suspect rather derives from whatever prevents him from being able to enjoy the vast world of delicious plant food. Particularly since his daughter has a narrow list of what she will eat too. She eats white food (including white protein food), carrots and butternut squash, with occasional forays into other vegetables and fruit. People have worried about her for over thirty years but she quietly eats what she wants. She says her issues with the foods she avoids is almost always texture, and she will occasionally experiment with trying new ways to make things have a texture she can handle. My brother was a no-slippery-foods person. He called bananas and avocados "snot foods." He had a reputation for being a picky eater in my family, while my nice fellow, whose list of foods was approximately the same length as my brother's, was deemed in his family to be an adventurous eater.

So yes, "picky" and "adventurous" are relative terms. Generally a person is a picky eater if they don't eat what the speaker thinks everybody should eat, and they're an adventurous eater if they eat things the speaker would themselves hesitate to eat. My daughter used to think she was a picky eater because there was a handful of things she wouldn't eat. I kept telling her she wasn't (because she had a long list of foods she would eat and she tried new foods now and then). As an adult she's figured out that she actually does have some food sensitivities. 

Anyway. The grand goblin's favorite lunches are chicken (or miso) vegetable soup, into which I put a lot of brightly colored vegetables, and the "snack plate" which has  five to ten different types of food and a salad dressing dip (she likes thousand island, which is my fault). I'll cut up some cooked and raw vegies and add some crackers or other starchy food, fruit, and some protein (sardines, cheese, hardboiled egg, beans, or peanut butter with celery). It's not  more effort to assemble this than to do a lot of the things that people do for lunches. Also, it means I'm more likely to eat up the pretty vegetables I might otherwise have lost the ambition to prepare.
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Friday, May 22nd, 2015 12:00 am
This is an early reaction, so I might find other information that will change my mind about what's going on here. But this is the story as I understand it. I'm keeping the names out of it at first because the names are inflammatory and not to the point I'm interested in.

So a fourteen year old boy was fondling the bodies of (apparently younger) girls as they slept.  At least one of the girls complained to the police. I don't know what girls this particular child would have access to at this point in his life besides his many sisters, but though people have tweeted with the word "sister" I don't see it in the news report. The parents and communiity elders of the boy said they "disciplined" him and that he made efforts to reform himself within the worldview of their community. Yow. I have to be really coy to avoid the celebnrity aspect of this. Information about the events was prevented from going any farther than the community.

The police seem to have opened an investigation four years later? Were there new events? Because it's pretty clear that the one child complained at the beginning. In any case, the police apprear to have accepted the father's refusal to let them interview the boy (who would be seventeen by then).

There's a lot going on here but the thing that bothers me is that people seem to want to treat the actions of a fouteen year old as if they were the actions of an adult. And I don't know what these acvtions even are. Because "fondling a girl's genitals while she slept" can mean anything from a curious touch to a forcible grab. And, no, I don't want to downplay the experiences of girls who are handled against their will, even by other children. But I don't want children treated as adults. and I don't want us to count the behaviors of children the same way as the crimes of adults.

Nor do I want to see punishment and revenge be the standard responses to children's crimes (adults' either, but that's a conversation for another time). I want children to be protected and helped, not punished and labeled. I don't beleive for a minute that Jim Bob Duggar's (yes, this is the case I'm talking about) "discipline" was anything but punishment and exhortation to keep it under the rug. I don't believe anybody took the time to teach Josh Duggar anything about empathy or respect for other people, or boundaries, or any of the things he needed to learn. The child of 2002 is a man closing in on thirty years now, and he's been handed a leadership position in a prominent organization that styles itself as a voice for families. (he's resigned but I do not think he's given up his position as a darling of the "quiverfull" monsters).

Speaking only about the boy in 2002, and not the man in 2015: that boy was a victim of an abusive upbringing. Just look at any little proud description from any of the Duggar family, of the routines, the restrictions, the isolation and privation. Listen to them talk about their methods of "discipline."  Go ahead, read about "blanket training."  And go on and read the things they say about the relationship betwreen women and girls on one hand and boys and men on the other hand. How can anyone expect monsters like this to raise twenty children without something going very wrong?

Yes, use this as a reason to critique TLC and their odious programming. Call for the cancellation of this horrible show. But don't be telling me that that fourteen year old boy should have been treated like an adult rapist.

edit: following personhead [livejournal.com profile] redbird's tip, I'm now reading this. I am not done reading it but it looks informative so far.
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Thursday, April 19th, 2012 03:37 pm
1. Climb a tree.

2. Roll down a really big hill At UC Berkeley on a lawn that I think doesn't exist anymore.

3. Camp out in the wild

4. Build a den

5. Skim a stone   -- you do mean skip a stone, don't you?

6. Run around in the rain

7. Fly a kite

8. Catch a fish with a net

9. Eat an apple straight from a tree

10. Play conkers -No, but we made candles out of sky lupines, and dolls out of flowers,

11. Throw some snow -- I think so. I don't remember for sure, but my experiences with snow before my 12th birthday wer few until we went to Philadelphia, where we arrived with mostly worn-out California clothes in the coldest winter in many years. I was eleven,

12. Hunt for treasure on the beach

13. Make a mud pie

14. Dam a stream

15. Go sledging -  what is this?  We made sleds and raced them on dry grass hills.

16. Bury someone in the sand

17. Set up a snail race - We made snail hotels instead

18. Balance on a fallen tree - Or, perhaps, climb all over it and pretend it is a spaceship?

19. Swing on a rope swing

20. Make a mud slide -- but we made dry grass slides all the time

21. Eat blackberries growing in the wild -- well, wildly growing on the roadside, anyway

22. Take a look inside a tree and make a little house in it

23. Visit an island -- Brooks Island in the middle of the San Francisco Bay, where my father was a worker on an archaeological dig.

24. Feel like you’re flying in the wind

25. Make a grass trumpet -- does this mean a grass harmonica?

26. Hunt for fossils and bones

27. Watch the sun wake up

28. Climb a huge hill

29. Get behind a waterfall -- how about float down a river instead?

30. Feed a bird from your hand

31. Hunt for bugs

32. Find some frogspawn

33. Catch a butterfly in a net

34. Track wild animals -- I had a kit to track wild animals but I mostly did dogs and one or two raccoons

35. Discover what’s in a pond

36. Call an owl

37. Check out the crazy creatures in a rock pool

38. Bring up a butterfly

39. - Catch a crab

40. Go on a nature walk at night

41. Plant it, grow it, eat it

42. Go wild swimming

43. Go rafting. on inflatable rafts, on a calm river. Okay?

44. Light a fire without matches -- it was a feeble little fire.  But I made pretty good chert and obsidian tools.

45. Find your way with a map and compass  -- and I made maps too, showing rocks my best friend and I were finding in the wild part of neighborhood.

46. Try bouldering (rock climbing outdoors but with safety mats and short drops) -No safety mats, though, just my adult cousin Lynn.

47. Cook on a campfire

48. Try abseiling -What the hell is this?

49. Find a geocache (use GPS and other navigational aides to locate hidden containers.) -  I couldn't because there was no GPS.

50. Canoe down a river -- I rafted in a river and canoed in a lake.  Good enough?

This is by way of personhead[livejournal.com profile] madwriter and ultimately from the National Trust which I assume is in England.

Given the fact that so many of the things are directly related to the English countryside and wilderness, I am surprised that I was able to say I did so many.
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Saturday, November 12th, 2011 10:47 am
Halloween is the safest holiday of the year, but it is the day that we test-drive new parental phobias.
I just discovered this blog via Atrios's link for a discussion of age limits for independent train travel. Lenore Skenazy has apparently written a book about how we should let our kids run around a lot more, and now she has a blog about it. It looks pretty good, though I disagree on some minor details (for example, I think family trick-or-treating is just ducky, though I agree that it is ridiculous not to let your kids go by themselves till they are thirteen).
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Saturday, November 12th, 2011 10:29 am
Orson Scott Card is alarmed at family participation in Halloween, and most of all, at the appearance of Big Scary Teenagers at his door Begging for Candy!

He treats all of this as if it is a new phenomenon, sprung from nowhere, and it deeply disturbs him that anyone tall enough to ride the Big Dipper might stroll around the neighborhood in costume and expect the neighbors to give them treats. Halloween is for little kids! If you are not a little kid, you are a blackmailing thug whose very presence threatens reprisal if the quaking homesteader doesn't hand over the candy bar!

Well, this is stupid. I know, I know, it's Orson Scott Card, so "stupid" is a tautology when applied to one of his screeds about Society These Days. But really. Halloween? Trick-or-treating?

All the rituals of Halloween have checkered histories. There were times and places where the trick part of tirck-or-treat was the prominent part, and young men ran around the neighborhood misplacing people's stuff so they'd have to go look for it in the morning. And then there's the traditional Hell Night or Mischief Nightin which youngsters commit various levels of vandalism the night before Halloween (apparently, in the UK, it's on November 4, so an enterprising hooligan could turn over dumpsters and set them on fire in the UK and easily be in the US in time to do the same again).

I don't suppose that would reassure Mr. Card, but it ought to at least calm down his fears that the world is going to hell in a hand basket because teenagers are finding new ocassions for mischief.

Except -- trick or treating teenagers aren't vandalizing. They're giggling politely at the door, kind of embarrassed at how eager they are to continue the tradtions of their childhood. The ones you have to watch out for are the ones who are roaming around with no costume and nothing to do but chug from a bottle they got shoulder-tapping over on the avenue, and taking all your painstakingly carved pumpkins and smashing them in the street. Those guys are only going to get drunker as the night goes on, and they're going to run out of harmless things to smash: so you just hope they crash before they get any ideas they aren't too swozzled to carry out.

Me, I like to see the teenagers in their last-minute cobbled-together zombie costumes, and I like how bizarrely excited they are when I hand out the strange little presents I prefer to give out. I'm not an anti-candy dogmatist, but I figure I should play the role of one, because the whole neighborhood's giving out brand-name chocolate and I think that variety in a trick-or-treat bag is a good thing. Most years it's little playdough packages from Costco, but this year it was glow stick necklaces and bracelets because I went to Costco too early or something and I didn't see them. But you'd be astonished at how much these whopping great young adults enjoy these little kids' treats.

I'm not astonished, Being a teenager is a difficult and burdensome job. You've got to be on time like an adult, people keep telling you that you have to be as responsible as an adult but how can you be when you're not in charge of anything about your life? And if you're a kid who's actually in charge of yourself, it's probably because you aren't getting the kind of care and protection and backup that adults are supposed to give you, so you can't really win on that front. And your hormones and your nervous system are doing dog knows what but they're different every hour and sometimes it physically hurts just to live. If you're in a growth spurt, and nobody can tell you how many of them you're going to get, your bones and muscle fiber might be screaming with pain. And nobody takes you seriously except when you don't want to be taken seriously. And the object of your affections thinks you're pimply, and scrawny or pudgy, and stinky, and immature, and it's true.

So why not grab a chance to totter around the neighborhood in giggly little groups, pretending to be nine, and have the neighboring adults who would normally not give you the time of day actually give you treats? And what kind of wizened, hateful little heart would begrudege them the chance to do it?

And as for the adults who accompany their children. It has certainly arisen out of the puritanical fear machine -- which Mr. Card feeds as often as he decries it -- but the result is that for the tiny kids it has turned into a celebration of family and community, and that's really not a bad thing. Mr. Card objects that some of the parents are carrying an extra bag. Me, I say, don't judge. Maybe it's for a kid who can't be there because they are sick or busy volunteering at the church's haunted house fundraiser, or maybe it's for grandma at home, or maybe it doesn't really even matter because how can you really begrudge a ridiculous little treat to a parent who is parading their wonderstruck child through a sparkly fall night to see all the elaborately creepy decorations and sparkly costumes of their neighbors?

Traditions do change over time. Haloween became a holiday for small children, and now it is becoming a holiday for everyone. I do not see this as a bad thing.

Oh, right, I followed the link from personhead James Nicoll, who had a different bone to pick with Mr. Card. (Hey, James! I proofread! My fingers threw in a stray H and I took it out because I actually do know how to spell your name! there's probably other typoes I missed, though)
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Tuesday, November 8th, 2011 07:53 pm
For a baby, to imitate every sound they make is to play a delightful game and to validate their communication skills.

For a preschool-aged child, to imitate what they say is to tease them cruely.

Dark Horse Girl is . . . two and something. Today she said something wonderful, and having just come from the baby room into the toddler yard, automatically said it back to her. She gave me a disdainful look and walked off, carryin her chair with her, looking over her shoulder just long enough to say "stop it."


Guess she's not a baby anymore.

Why, yes, I apologized, Wouldn't you? And she forgave me, and let me put her shoes and sweater on. And on. And on again. (She's practicing)