Today we navigated the school Thanksgiving luncheon without a slip-up. I was nervous going in, because they were serving chili (since we’ll all be eating turkey in 2 days!) with all the fixins.
Chili is not Feingold friendly.
BJ loves chili.
BJ decided that Feingold is dumb.
My initial thought was to say screw it and let him eat the chili, but my friend Melissa told me that we were going to have to learn to deal with these hurdles and that I should just get a running start and jump. In so many words. She’s pretty awesome and smart.
I made homemade tortillas today, so I could bring bean and cheese tacos for BJ to eat instead of chili. He loves bean and cheese tacos more than chili, so he was perfectly happy. The problem was the dessert table, which we sat right next too. (note to self, don’t sit next to a huge table of off-limits desserts next time) Torture. I did bring some Late June chocolate sandwich cookies, but hello cakes and cookies and pies and artificially-colored iced confections. We made it though.
And dare I say that I might be seeing a little improvement in his behavior? Maybe he’s a little calmer? Maybe he is listening a little better? Maybe?