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How to use your child to a poor eater makes

You know, I write these titles only to find many, many people tell me through search engines. Because I know very well that there is no foolproof method for raising children Affected by anything. On the other hand, I am a bit tired of hearing all this mother say, "But they do not like when I [insert your choice of food here] you are not only safe, they will starve.."

What I very much doubt. Most children have enough survival instinct that they do not starve to death in front of a full plate. As the wise Moxie always says, food is one of the few things you can control the children themselves. The more important It's for you, the more likely you have a power struggle. So I tell now what we did. And our son is absolutely everything. When he was about nine months old, we started to give him some of the food we eat. When he was older than a year, he got everything that we eat. We have just cooked further, as before, but have found that very spicy food was responsible for his sore bottom and have the sharpness slightly reduced.

we do: We will get to eat out and everyone gets a plate with the meal of the day. With all of this. Then eat my son. If it is clear that he is ready, the rest is discarded. If he decides to not to eat, that's fine too. But that's it. Nothing to eat and nothing else until the next snack. Basta. If he decides that he would not like asparagus, then he just eat only potatoes. The next time we have asparagus, asparagus again be on his plate. Interestingly, he then decides to often, just the food that he had previously disdained to eat, and to leave this time the potatoes are left.

It also helps that we eat everything. We all know that children learn more by imitation than by talking, right? And I have to say perhaps that I was a child a very delicate eater. And to be honest, I still like no strawberries and raw tomatoes. Although I'm not allergic, however. If so I'm at home, I eat it does not - usually. When I am with someone else and the one who offered me strawberry cake, I say thank you, smile and eat strawberry cake. I come from a family of picky eaters. My father does not eat rice, pasta, poultry, fish, organ meats and baked with cheese casseroles. My mother does not like mushy foods, legumes, anything that has a strong taste (like Brie), or that's spicy or hot. My sister is a vegetarian and does not eat eggplants, peppers, mushrooms, zucchini and much else. In addition to the strawberries and raw tomatoes, I was between my 18th and 29 Age Vegetarian and did not like celery.

Just imagine me, you definitely need for this family's cooking. To cook something like spaghetti bolognese and it ends with one still makes potatoes for my father and two children, then eat the noodles with ketchup. Or you do something like bean soup, with three people who eat bean soup (vegetarian bean soup) and a person who eats the remains of yesterday. My father may not like to eat vegetarian when my mother wanted to fish, they had to for the rest of the family cook something else, it could take one of the fun of cooking completely. Interestingly, also eat the people who do not like certain foods, they often, if they are otherwise prepared. The one do not like peppers, vegetables, cakes eaten with pepper, the one who does not like eating chicken, each day in India Tandoori Chicken, that's all very mysterious. And every single one of them will definitely try everything that has cooked my husband because he is such a fabulous cook.

When I moved to Bavaria and began to live alone, I had a sense of culinary adventure. New types of pasta! Eggplant! Greek feta cheese! French cheese! Wow! Then we went on holiday to Italy, the whole family and everything was so incredibly delicious that I gave up being vegetarian and then eating meat and fish. You just have to imagine times to choose from the entire menu to! If you go to a traditional German restaurant and vegetarian, it has only about two or three things to choose from: vegetables with fried egg, Kasspatzen and dumplings with mushrooms (not strictly vegetarian, because it is made with broth). Especially in Bavaria there are also pieces of ham in the vegetable again, because otherwise it seems to be not edible. After ten years with this selection, I began to eat everything. I tasted dishes that I had never eaten before, seafood, exotic vegetables (Knoblauch!), cheese from around the world, Italian salami, chickpeas, Indian food, Greek food, Thai food ... Fantastic.

My husband is not only a fabulous cook, he also comes from a family where there are no bad eater. None. Basta. So we decided to make our son a good eater. Until now we were successful, but I also figured out how that would have the bad-food thing can run. As he started to eat the same as we do, there were often things that he liked not obvious. He had all the bulbs are on his plate, he ate the pepper dish not, he did not like asparagus. And I began to panic: "Oh, he does not like onions" But I did not stop to give him to eat onions. We also tried to give him all the food we could only imagine, because I had read that all children between 3 and 8 years are difficult to eat. And just over the last year, he started to say this or that he should not and would not eat. This has actually strengthened a bit since he eats lunch in kindergarten, because there are actually only German home cooking. And spaghetti bolognese. But as we with him always, "If you want, you're welcome to stay hungry." To respond, he simply eats. Sometimes he eats his potatoes not, sometimes he eats the meat, sometimes he eats all the meat first and still want more, sometimes he eats only potatoes ... All in all, its pretty balanced diet. Sometimes he eats only one or two bites, sometimes he eats more than me. Obviously, their needs are not constant.

When we eat in the restaurant, he also gets something from us. Maybe he can pick what he wants, but he can pick out any particular court. We need to order anything extra for him, because restaurant portions are too big anyway and he did not eat very much. I also noticed that other people often suggest to him that certain things are not suitable for a child. For example: "What you eat fish!" or "And if you go into the Indian restaurant, what you eat then?" Well, the same, the Indian children eat well, I would say. If it's too hot, he gets into some yogurt and stirred some more rice. My husband and I are a little jealous of him, because our childhood, no olives, foreign cheeses, or even Chinese food had exhibit. When we were kids, pasta and pizza were still considered exotic.

One can naturally think that I only have luck and maybe even true, but I have never made it a power struggle and I think that was crucial. One might also think that I would not have done if my child was underweight, but that's not true. I recently found out that my child would be under U.S. standards concern underweight. According to German Standards, he is more easily without having to make one worry. My mother thinks he should take, because you can see his ribs. I think he is like me and like my brother-in-a thin child. Once he is healthy, alert and active, and done well, because I'm not worried.

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Theater - NEW - in TPZ

... and here I trial at the time the new piece:
"Everything Changes" - Musical
Premiere: 31.03.2007, 19.30 clock

From the press announcement:
Three quarters of the young people have rehearsed the musical course intensively .
Let yourself be captivated by their enthusiasm!
Director: Jessica Manley and Ken Bruhns
another idea: first
April 2007
venue: TPZ, Genter Str 23, 50672
tickets in advance at: 0221 - 52 of 17 18

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Smalltalk and the dangers of aging

I wanted to write for quite a while about Smalltalk. I have been thinking about it took some for quite a while. The occasion was the question: Why are there conversations that I enjoy and others that I find extremely boring, and what makes the difference between one and the other from?

all the time I had planned to begin about this: I can not stand small talk. I thought it was about superficial topics. I was proud to be profound, thoughtful and philosophically to be raised and thus has the usual party-talks. Anyone who has read this blog can attest that this assumption is incorrect. Then I thought it is a Muggle contra artist thing. Of course, I'm beyond all these superficial and uncreative people. How great I am. I've developed so mad that I have nothing more to ordinary people in common. Uh.

I had started think about that whole issue, as I realized that I was no longer welcome at parties. I usually go to a party, dive, looking me something to eat and drink and talk for hours. Sometime later I go home and tell my husband: "You know, if I had stayed home and had the entire evening staring at a white wall, I would have amused me more." Then he said: "As you all have the whole evening full of talk, no one could have imagined." I am a highly trained nonsense woman. I can talk for hours with anyone on everything. Especially if I get tired, I'm tired or drunk, my mouth goes on autopilot and bubbles in the area around without any apparent connection to my brain. I am one of the people, written by those Jane Espenson has always telling funny stories , gestures and sounds included. That was not quite clear to me before I read it. And then I accidentally saw in the mirror while I tell a student something that had just happened to me. Complete with sounds, grimaces and gestures. The only thing I have not done stand up, and it was audition. But only because it was a piano lesson with piano lessons and I do not get up. Only in vocal hours. While I can not see myself in the mirror when I teach singing, but I am sure I will also begin to act. completely unrestrained. But my students laugh often, so it will probably be okay.

But back to the parties. The way I do it more often, since I try to be more careful, I find, watch myself in social situations. to give the funny stories and everything, while a part of me in my head, sat looking over my shoulder and asked, "So, if you like here is not fun, why do you do that then just" and "What if you were to just stick a minute to sit here and give someone else a chance to talk?" "What if you'd just listen in?". I know a shocking idea, but I thought maybe there are other people here who might like to tell a story and the art of attracting everyone's attention have not trained as hard as I did. How, for example, my husband, he is usually in the corner that has something to say really revealing, but no one will hear it because a) everyone is talking at the same time, b) no one listens anyway, c) he is actually waiting on that someone does it for a gap and d) he ceases to speak, when no one is listening. He is also usually quite frustrated by social parties and similar gatherings.

As strange as well as I do. But from time to time I enjoy it really means to be human beings again. So what to do? The next part of the puzzle I received when we went to a concert last year. We went out, my husband and I (Only parents know how amazing it can feel like an evening long to be free and childless.) First to the station. On the train we saw clusters of young people. Uh-oh. Young adults with beer. Nevertheless, we boarded the train and were: "Hi Do you want one too." welcomed. The lump of suspicious males turned out, consisted of two of the students of my husband with the rest of her band. A pretty good band we had heard already play. We turned down the beer they had brought with them to save their hard earned money. It seems these days like to get drunk on the way out, because the beer is cheaper there. We talked. What we were planning performances, bands, I do not know what. We got out. We went to our jazz concert. We met a bunch of friends. We talked about music and musicians and everything. We went home early. On the way back I thought about how much I enjoyed the conversation on the trip was and how boring the conversation with our friends had been. But why? I still can not say for sure, but it was certainly not the talking points. None of these meetings was it is about something profound or meaningful. But at the end of the evening I'm almost wishing to be considered with young people.

At the end of NaNoWriMo there was a celebratory dinner with some writers who live in the City . When I told my husband that I hung in total pleasure, he said. "But this is the birthday of our friend determined to celebrate the day." Incidentally, this is pretty typical for her, we knew that they would celebrate the day, but they have not and there was no invitation. I thought about it and decided to go rather to a meeting of people I barely knew as to the birthday party of an old friend of my Man we have known for years. We also knew who else would be there. And I like these people. That is not at all. But it was one of her parties, where I found out that staring at a white wall is not such a bad alternative for such an evening. I was surprised. I had more in common with the writers? But even musicians would come to the party. I was confused. But I have never regretted it and even my husband was relieved to say, "Oh no, we can not come from Susan's and I have to stay with our son.." We thought we slowly become misanthropes. But then I had a meal at a lot of fun. Not as misanthropic.

Last Week parent strain was the table of my son's kindergarten class. This meeting takes place about twice a year. Interestingly, only four mothers were there (including me). Yes, mothers, not fathers. We sat in a bar, talking trivial, the kids and a possible date for ice skating. Again I have denied a large part of the conversation, but not the greatest. Again I have secretly been waiting to be allowed to go home. Again I wish I could have stayed at home, may play the piano, watch Buffy, or stare at a wall and I thought, "Why?" They were very nice women. We have about children and learning and so was spoken. All the subjects that really mean something to me. I was confused. And then I had it, or at least I said it: No one was what we were talking really important. We did only what I call "mouth noises". What was missing these conversations, was passion.

But then I thought even after times. For my father, for example, taxes are a really passionate about, but that does not help me in finding interesting discussions about taxes. And then it became really clear to me: it was not dealt with the topics of conversation. I've had interesting and stimulating conversation about things like bell bottoms and plumbers. No, it had something to do with the people. Therefore found I have the conversations with my students often more interesting than with people my age. As you get older, often a part of one dies a little. One is buried in everyday life, you do not play, you do not have fun and then you get every day a little dead. And that is what I can not stand. My mother said something similar when I told her about my problem with small talk. She said she misses her work. Not because of the work, but because of the opportunity to talk with younger people. She said: "Everyone in my age always talk about the same it's boring.." Well, everyone around my age seems to do it.

On the other Hand, I always talk about the same thing and I think that's a different kind of boredom. At least I care and am passionate and I do not feel my life running on rails and there's nothing I can do to change it. And that each day a little bit of give up and die a little every day is what my husband calls the dangers of getting older. No risk of growing old, no, of getting older. One of the women at the kindergarten mothers meeting, said: "I am always happy to come out at night." and I could only stare open-mouthed. I'm happy at home. Because you can do a lot of interesting things. (How blogging.) I do not really need to go out and do something with that means nothing to distract me from complete boredom and endless at my house.

Okay so we are talking about the people. But maybe not. So, where do I go and where not? If everything that is not an absolute yes, a no is, does that mean that I go to any kindergarten-related activities more? Or family reunion? Because people often feel at the most boring of all. I do not want to sit there like a teenager with a face that says: "Are We Done Can I go home now?" But I will not stop to see old friends and family members. Any strategies for how to get people to talk about things that they really at heart? Things I still do not know about them? Or about the world?

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One year and more than a hundred entries

I have missed my hundredth blog post. Well, not directly missed, but I did not know that there is no 100 as I wrote it. On the other hand, there are also entries in this blog who are not really like this . The oldest of all, in German and in my other blog. That was not the first blog entry or the day that marks for me the birth of this blog. In May 2005, I put on a Blogger account. My husband wanted a website and I said, "But you need something that causes people to come back, a news page or a blog." He asked how to do that, I did not know, muttered something about Blogger, which was eventually free, went to my computer, opened a bank account, wrote something about the weather and my son, in which the name of the city, I live in, seemed, went back, opened another account for my husband, said: "Here is your account, here is your password and if you ever have time, I will show you how to publish new entries." That's it.

If you are interested, be blog is still there, even if his website now has its own page for News . (And where to post something is about as easy as to board Fort Knox. Man needs me to enter my list of passwords and three different user or account name to something. It works best with telephone support from the friend of ours, of the whole thing was programmed.) Oh, and the English part does not exist yet, I still have not translated, and then must then create our friend or new pages, as is always the one ...

But back to this blog, or rather this blog . There was a single entry in August 2005 and then silence. It could be thought as the pregnancy with the Blog imagine. Nine months of anticipation. Then I decided to switch to English, and that represents for me my first official entry: language switch. Since then I've found a lot of blogs that are not a bit boring. Honestly, I've found so many that I do not even read all if I in my life want to do something else than reading blogs. The first inkling of the community behind it I got when I found BlogHer . At the time this blog was called "swaddling clothes, and music." I started blogging enthusiastically in front of me and then stopped to think about who should read this well. Those of you know with their own blog, that all this makes a bit of work. And I wanted to read, otherwise I would have with paper and pencil can stay.

When I started to tell my friends about the blog to get a handful of readers, there was another problem: most people would not read anything in English. But most people who look at the BlogHer blogrolls would not read anything in German. Dilemma. I solved it in true Susan-style, to do one and not let the other. This twin to my English blog "diapers and music," his German Spiegel was born eight days later. Since the first of December, the diapers are gone from my life. I've renamed the blog. It is even not so easy to find something that works in German and English. My husband suggested "Reflections from a damaged life" before, which I really like it, but a bit too pessimistic for my taste. Even if it has something to do with Theodor W. Adorno . (This is the subtitle to his "Minima Moralia.") My life does not feel, however, particularly in damaged.

So I changed "kreative.mutter.denkt" to the name. Creativity and motherhood are the cornerstones of this blog and apparently I write constantly about what I think. I'm with the points but not more secure. Perhaps they are silly . Absurd. Do you think I should separate myself from them? It "creative mother thinks" call? Or "creative thinking mother '? Maybe.

Anyway, now it is one year. A year of blogging, a year when I go through my day and in my head all the time formulate blog entries, of which I write about every third well. For months I've felt alone with my blog. I had about 3 readers, or rather three "hits" per day and 95% of the people stayed for a second or less. I've been with this blog for more time than I ever thought possible. I translated each item except for one and thought about it every other month to give it up to my music's sake.
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have in recent months, increases readership, this is my English blog on Technocrati Ranking 147 303, and I feel like a member of a community. I have found friends like De and Liv and even took part in a wedding Blogger for social justice. I have found that my writing is more important than I thought and tried to NaNoWriMo . What I found friends who live a bit closer . So, I only have so much doubt also, blogging is still a social activity. I sit because of blogging is no longer in my house in the suburbs and feel lonely and cut off, instead I'm sitting in my house in the suburbs and feel part of a community of friends. Sometimes I even meet them in real life. Mostly not. One of the reasons is the fact that I can not just take a plane to fly halfway around the world. But today the world is coming through my little computer screen to me.

And all this I must conclude by saying that I've already started one of those things for which I have neither time nor energy. When I participated in NaNo, I thought to myself: "Why is there not something for songwriters?" Well, surprise, there are: FAWM . February Album Writing month. 14 songs in 28 days. I'm going to fail spectacularly, because I a) I have notified a week too late, b) written in my entire life, but three or four songs have, c) last week I did not even have time to translate my blog entry and d currently unique) sleep and rest a priority, because otherwise I simply fall over. Nevertheless, I signed up and last week wrote almost a ganezn song. I just have to slap some text on the Bridge ...

And do not forget the posts Just Post:

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Flowered postcard from Australia

I got my postcard from "Blogger Postcards Around the World" ! From Australia! Wow! (And that makes me even more sorry that I have on the one I had hidden, no air mail sticker did. Sorry. You will probably take six weeks or so. Shame on me.)


Not only did I get this great card, the lovely Ellie has also written to a veritable letter. Man kannd as likely not see, but it is a great card. She has taken the time to read my blog (though probably not the whole blog) and something to write, that was so sweet as the desserts she makes and she blogs at the Kitchen Wench . And then she has also twice apologized for having found no Valentine card. Once on the card and once in her blog entry . And I do really anything. In fact, I'm not a particular fan of Valentine's Day and what better than something with flowers, rhinestones and glitter? Okay, they had orange, pink and red can be, but that would perhaps have been too much. Instead, it fits in perfectly well with my piano stool.

So, this postcard has embellished definitely my day. The only problem is I now that I have read Ellie's Blog dream of it, truffle or something to make. How do I know myself, I will instead re-bake the same simple cherry pie as always, and with last-minute panic when I invite my neighbor. And I will not photograph him. Really, I do not know how to make these food bloggers, everything looks so easy and delicious.

(So, and here you see a major difference between German and English blogs. This record is a fairly literal translation of my English blog entry. I've even softened a few adjectives. "Lovely" and "marvelous" sounds somehow not as grandiose as "great" and "sweet". Somehow seems slightly cynical sarcasm with a wink to work better in German and in English (or should I say American) everything runs wild in {HUGS!}, * Sniff! * And "Oh, you're so beautiful and gorgeous, how lovely! " out. Hm)

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Neil Gaiman do a favor

asks if one of the favorite authors for a favor, especially if it means little effort and even if it was more a joke , then you are doing the course. Or? So here is the attempt made to someone, er, "google bomabrdieren" I link to hereby Penn Jillette . The obviously has a radio show. In which he makes fun of Neil Gaiman. The obvious was the good. I have to listen to the whole thing, so I do not know yet.

Oh and just in case that you have made you think about it, Neil Gaiman does not know that I exist. Penn Jillette any more. What is perfectly fine.

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disabled

In my other blog I had just managed however, to write my "social justice" post in January. Here it has become a bit later. I have promised, So I write. As a child and teenager I've never really seen the disabled. The only thing I knew was my cousin. She had a hole in the heart and when they should be operated so, it found that all the wires were installed wrong and that she had to leave. She always had a pretty bluish skin tone and her left arm was paralyzed. We met only rarely, it was about five years older than me and only in one year we have visited us and entertained. I have never understood why my mother used to whisper when she spoke of her. For me it was just my cousin. Anders, yes, but that is all, somehow. No one told me that their days of beginning appeared to be counted. When she died at 30, she had lived much longer than expected.

That being said I was one of those people who turn away from wheelchairs in the subway and think: "I hope he does not ask me, I hope he does not ask me." And then I was unemployed after my very last office job, knowing that I would work in this environment and never sought a job in my field. I was so desperate that I even took into consideration to teach. In retrospect, I can say that was the best I could do, but back then it seemed scary. A friend worked as a music teacher at a private middle and technical school. It was pregnant and someone was looking for, as the representative for her maternity leave. I desperately needed work teaching, but? In a school? And in a private school with 60% physically disabled students? "What shall I do then?" I asked, "I do not even know how I can help them. I have never had to do with disabled people." She said that I'd better worry. These people are very accustomed to tell others how they can help. They do it all the time.

It is a very small school, only 14 students per class. And I taught music there and found out that while I like to teach music, but unfortunately no longer in a hierarchical system can work. Some of the students did not like me and others. It is an excellent school. There are also a helper for the students who eat things like go to the toilet or do not write their own. We had students with various disabilities from around the country. Suddenly I realized that even Germany, where everything is regulated and there are ramps everywhere, not as friendly as I'd thought.

The daily intercourse with people with muscular dystrophy, spastic paralysis, cerebral palsy, brittle bones, spina bifida and all sorts of changes my attitude a little. When I first heard as a teaching colleague, said: "Oh, he's just paralyzed, he can go it alone." I was a bit speechless. But compared with other ... These days when I meet someone with a wheelchair in the subway, I can see whether he is a paraplegic basketball players in a sports wheelchair, the wheelchair easily maneuver the escalator can go up and probably stronger than me, or whether it is someone is who likes to have a bit of help when you press the door release.

And I found out that, handicapped or not, we are only human. Not knowing how to help, is no excuse for looking the other way. If you were disabled, for example, If you had broken his foot and on crutches, or both feet definitely need Had broken and sitting in a wheelchair definitely need, would you find it then okay to look away all because they are afraid of making mistakes when they help? You may dwell there in order, when people run past you and not to help get the wheelchair out of the subway? Would you ever stay home because you do not drive or push a shopping cart could?

will give this issue a second part because I am once again under pressure, but for today I have a task for you, if you're on the road today, people trying to find something to help need. And if they need any help, looks at her, smiles and treats the others as equal human beings.

Thank you. End of today's sermon.

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