Mar 29 2006

Today’s Menu- Peanut Butter Cookies!

Yesterday when I picked up Cole, his day care provider admitted that she “cheated” (her word) and fed him vanilla custard. I don’t know if she caught the look of murderous rage that flashed across my face, but I tried to play it like it wasn’t a big deal.

But, to me, it is a big deal. I have a very particular way that I am introducing foods to him and vanilla custard was not on the schedule for another few YEARS. I don’t want him eating that shit at all, and especially not as one of his first foods. Not to mention that we don’t know if he has allergies yet and we have no medical insurance to use if he has a reaction to anything.

I had it all planned in my head to say something about it when I dropped him off this morning, but did I actually go through with it? No. Of course not. I chickened the fuck out.

Y’know why? Because I was afraid of her retaliating and harming him somehow.

I should not be afraid of my day-care provider.

This whole situation is so wrong. I know that no one will take care of him like I do, but I don’t want to be afraid to ask.

Why can’t I just win the lottery so that I can afford to quit my job and be with him all the time? I’ve been told that you need to actually PLAY the lottery to be able to win. Pssht. Whatever.


  • By ticknart, March 30, 2006 @ 8:16 am

    I wanted to post this yesterday, but figured I should wait and let people who actually have children comment, but they haven’t. So, here I am to put in my bit.

    First, it’s good that you have a daycare provider who’s honest with you when she “cheats” on Cole’s food. Would you rather have someone who lies to you about it? I’d also hope that someone who’s willing to be honest with you about that would never hurt your baby. Plus, a bit on her side of things, it’s a lot easier to feed a baby a bit of what you’re eating than to go and get the baby’s food, even though it’s what you pay her for.

    Second, you really only have, at the max, two and a half years of being able to keep the junk food away from Cole. Once he’s three and in daycare with other three-year-olds who have parents who send them off with pockets of candy and chips, they’re going to share. He’s going to eat because it tastes good and at three the only pressure you have at daycare is peer pressure.

    When he gets into elementary school it’ll be even harder to watch out for the junk because of the birthday snack time at kindergarten and even more kids with junk in their pockets and bags.

    I’m not trying to defend what the daycare person did, she should have followed your instructions, you’re paying her. But I also think that a schedule that introduces food to any child that’s years long is pretty unrealistic when the parent(s) can not be in complete control of every moment of the child’s life.

    Well, that’s my too many cents. Sorry if I’ve over stepped my bounds as a non-parent/friend.

  • By heels, March 30, 2006 @ 4:36 pm

    While I thank you, Ticknart, for your input, I feel I have to clarify:

    My schedule for introducing foods is not years long. I was exaggerating for effect.

    I do appreciate that she was honest with me, but it was TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE to feed him anything but what I sent, especially since solid food is NOT important to his diet right now. I’d rather she not give him anything but formula than have her feed him that crap.

    The allergy issue is real and was one of my biggest objections, when it came down to it. You NEVER introduce that kind of food to a baby his age because of potential allergic reactions. She had no way of knowing if his throat would close up and he would die, to be melodramatic about it- but I hope you get the idea.

    The preschool he will be going to is very strict about diet, as is the elementary school I hope to send him to. Call me anal or obsessive, but I think a foundation of healthy eating is important to all children, not just my own. Childhood obesity and diabetes is too prevalent these days and I will do everything in my power to prevent Cole from suffering, even if it means being a bitch about food now.

    I will note that I spoke to her (very civilly, I might add) and she admitted that she was dead wrong. I sent extra (healthy) food with him today to try to make it easier on her while still being acceptable to me.

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