Day 6: Bionic

My boys have good energy. But on this diet they're bionic. Patrick never stopped talking today. Not for a second. He wants a talking mouse like Stewart Little. We decided that wishing on the first star tonight might grant him his wish. So he spent the day crafting a dollhouse for the mouse complete with a bed, port-a-potty and stretcher. Things every mouse needs. He ate everything I served again. He is seemingly so much happier without processed food.


In six short days, Aidan is radically more adventerous with food. It's a shock. I hoped, but I wasn't sure even Fresh Mouth would change him. I didn't believe that I could have a case study or story of success here. We served tonight's dinner like a soup bar and the kids added this and that to their bowls. Ultimately, he wasn't keen on the celery that he put in his bowl so he picked out the chicken and a few carrots to eat. And then he ate his entire salad. Cue the choir of angels. He hasn't eaten that much green in a year, at least.


I haven't touched much on Jack's diet because he's not really in rehab like the rest of us. He's eating all fresh fruit, vegetables, meat (pureed at this point), yogurt, cheese, pasta and organic rice cereal and oatmeal. But as you can see food makes him happy.


Dirk is on the wagon with us - but he came dangerously close to falling off the other night. When he called to say hi before he went out to dinner, I asked, "What are you going to eat?"

"I don't know. I heard the food is great at this place," he said.
"I mean with Fresh Mouth."
"Oh ... (pregnant pause) I completely forgot."

He ended up having a salad and a beer and came home and ate our leftover pizza. He's not eating enough in general so we've decided with all of these wonderful suggestions that he's going to start packing a full meal every day. Residency is ridiculous for docs. I might start a "Feed Your Surgeon" campaign. Stay tuned.

Me? I officially hate dirty dishes. I so have dish pan hands. And I have to admit, I'm tired from cooking. This is work on the primary cook, boy. And speaking of tired, check out this new documentary about kids and food. It's called Two Angry Moms:

"Are you sick and tired of packing your kids’ lunch box everyday because the cafeteria food is unfit for human consumption? Do you feel guilty when your kids “buy”? Are you annoyed at all the junk being handed out and sold at school? Are you angry enough to do something about it? We are!" - Amy Kalafa and Susan Rubin.

Menu
Breakfast: Homemade bread, almond butter, raspberries, strawberries and OJ with fish oil.

We had a little icy, snow mix and a two-hour school delay and the boys asked for more food:

Second Breakfast: Scrambled eggs, leftover kaiser rolls toasted with butter, the last of the homemade granola and apple juice.

Lunch: Patrick and I had hummus, pita, carrots, apples with cinnamon and milk. Aidan had bread and pb, yogurt, apple and pretzels and five organic chocolate chips.

Dinner: I made chicken stock from the roast chicken last night to make chicken soup with rice, carrots and celery, and a garden salad with veggies. We bought bread at a local bakery with five ingredients. And we also picked up lunch bread with less than 5 for the week. Dirk and I had red wine and the boys milk with these wholesome choclate chip cookies.

Nugget o' the Day: "Food." - when I asked Dirk if he craves anything on Fresh Mouth.