Jesus and Raspberries. They are not for Everyone.

WHO’S the crazy broad that has her child make his own lunch? That’s right. I hold that title. 

And you know why. Cause after a few years of battling the sensory nonsense that “sometimes” tags the shit out of Autism I not only grew a set, but I also learned that if you allow your child to feel like he can do anything by God he will.

Tuck is enrolled in a summer program where he will be eating lunch during his fun filled day. If you have kept up with Tuck’s journey in the foodie arena, the photos you are about to see may cause fainting, water weight gain, lower back pain, receding hairline, eczema, psoriasis, itchy chafing clothing, liver spots, blood clots, ringworm, excessive body odor, uneven tire wear, loss of bladder control, hammertoes, cluttered drawers, hunchback, heart attack, low resale value on your home, athlete’s foot, head lice, club foot, anxiety, sleeplessness, drowsiness, poor gas mileage, tooth decay, split ends, warts, unibrow, lazy eye, fruit flies, chest pains, clogged drains, hemorrhoids. What. Not everyone is a fan of fruit. 

I began “practice lunches” with Tuck so there would be no surprises or melt downs that would involve a priest during his school day. 

To the pickiest most unforgiving of childhood quirkiness. I gave him a set of cookie cutters. Note to all parents who have YET to discover this magical cooking utensil. Give your child a cookie cutter. They will change the world. And their eating habits. 

I personally am not a fan of sandwiches. And if you again have kept up. I am the reigning failure at making  ”samiches” according to one very opinionated 4 year old. Whatever.

But after he chose his sandwich shape and a few slabs of meat later, I was tempted to steal a bite. 

Loading up on his daily fiber cause like most men this boy is on a hardcore poop schedule.

It’s totally true and you know it. 

-I have to make da food in a pattern Mama. Please do not touch it.

Suddenly. Lunch making took a serious turn.  

Do what you gotta do brother. I’m down. 

First go at a raspberry. In photos. Enjoy.

Sweet cream Jesus what the hell was that.

It took well over half and hour to create this box of healthy yummy’s and another for him to devour it. I will sit at that table for hours on end helping him to create and enjoy new foods if this is what it takes. 

Happy Threesday Eve and…

Happy eating y’all. 

Xoxo