Whatever. If I follow the routine and give him time to understand what dinner will be or give him some options, then all is fine. He will eat fruit at every meal and also bread.

sara - pasta is only sometimes ok to him now.

It's just a control issue. We just don't have time in our day for a half hour sidetrack.

anyway. my work from home work is as done as it is getting tonight, so I'm off to shower.

I hope tomorrow is a better day for you, msbelle.

It's just a control issue.

And those are SO FUN. Wishing you a nice relaxing shower and AWESOME DAY tomorrow.

I think I eat like a child.

Normal Room site has enthralled me.

I had a cat who had nightmares. She would startle awake howling and run. One time she ran down the basement stairs and I went to the top of the stairs and called her name; she turned around, saw me, ran full tilt back up the stairs and literally leaped into my arms. She put her front legs around my neck, put her nose in my ear, and I held her and she purred until she stopped shaking. Then she got down and walked away like nothing happened. We never spoke of it.

Top Chef (again): WTF was Ilan thinking with the chicken liver in the ganache. Liver truffle? Yech.

We never spoke of it.

I just bonked the hell out of my cat's head before shooting her. I think I am about to be demoted to only being allowed puppies. Or goldfish. Or a ficus. Maybe a stamp collection.

Video of icy streets in (I think) Portland: [link]

It's amazing. Accident after accident after accident. I think the first car suffered five or six different collisions - it just kept going/sliding on....

One of the childhood cats was afraid of the dark den. She'd sit on one threshold and howl (she was siamese) until a person came from one of the bedrooms to escort her across.

Mister Kitty routinely howls at 5 am. I suspect he can't see well (based on how he startles and the diabetes) and wakes up and freaks out. I don't get up mostly and eventually he makes it to my bed to sleep the rest of the morning out on a pillow.

ION, the whole loading up my music for my ipod? Still making me discover stuff I love.

Awww, what a sweet kitty story! (ETA: That's for Zenkitty, not Mr. Kitty so much--sad to hear about his vision problems!)

My father's theory of children dining was "you must clean your plate, otherwise no dessert." This, I think, is one of the main reasons I am now morbidly obese, combined with a very sedentary upbringing and naturally lazy tendencies, as well as genetic proneness to obesity through my dad's mother's side. Which makes my dad's blaming my sister's and my weight on my mom rather ironic, and really pissed me off when I found that out some 20 years ago.

Anyway, I still have a very hard time leaving anything on my plate. I'm going to replace my cheap and ugly dinner plates with some very pretty salad plates eventually--much smaller surface area, and will help me with eating smaller meals.

When I was in high school and babysitting, I had one kid who was very self-sufficiant and didn't really need a babysitter. I was supposed to watch the dog, an ancient daschund wienerdog, who would sometimes have nightmares. Her family were afraid she would have a heart attack in her sleep. I had to wake her up if she started to moan.