I complain about my kids. A lot. A lot a lot. They are whiny, they are high-maintenance, they don't listen, they are hyper. But at the end of the day, they are pretty good kids (of course, there's still plenty of time for me and the hubby to ruin them).
I need to complain less and be more thankful for having them in my life and be more appreciative of their virtues. So herewith, the first of what I hope will become a new series of posts about the shiny, happy side of my kids.
If nothing else, I will have some posts to re-read on those days when they are fighting or screaming or not paying attention or not paying attention while they fight and scream.
I am grateful that my kids like to eat their vegetables. I hear stories about moms who have to hide zucchini in spaghetti sauce or chop spinach down to the molecular level and mix it in with their meatloaf or meatballs. Some people have told me they bribe their kids with candy just to down a leafy green.
I don't have this problem at all. My kids LOVE spinach; I have to cook it 2 bunches at a time to have enough to go around. In our home, you might hear weird statements like, "No, you can't have more spinach until you eat some spaghetti!" They love cauliflower, broccoli, bok choy, and sweet potatoes.
I'd like to think it has something to do with my great cooking skills, but I think that it boils down to the fact that we're just lucky.
