The trials of being a Step...
Parent that is...
We picked the kids up from Kristin on Saturday night in Greensburg. They were exstatic to see us. The feeling was mutual. They have gotten so big in the last few months since we've seen them. It's amazing to see them grow up so quickly. I guess that happens when you only get to see them 5-6 weeks a year.
So the trials... I lvoe my step kids... Dearly. Just as if they were my own, probably because I know I will never have children of my own.
Miranda is already making me a little crazy! She is the pickiest little eater. She is 12 years old and for some reason all she wants to eat is pretty much pizza and Mac and Cheese. And my hubby is not helping. Yesterday for dinner we went to my parents and had dinner there. My mom made Fried Chicken(some of the best fried chicken I've ever had), buttered corn, mac and cheese, apple and banana salad, asparagus and sweet potatoes. The kids like chicken, corn and mac and cheese. Wesley liked the Asparagus as well. Miranda wouldn't eat the corn, picked the skin off the chicken and ate that and then ate a bite or two of the meat and then tried to throw it away. My mom caught her before she threw it away, and didn't want to waste the food. Then she proceeded to fill up on the mac and cheese.
Well... I happened to find out about the chicken, and pulled John into the kitchen to show him what had happened, and he took Miranda aside to find out her reasoning for it. Her reason was, She likes her mom's Fried Chicken better. The thing that I found funny was that she ate the fried part, she just didn't eat the chicken part. John and I had talked about a no dessert punishment while we were talking and all of a sudden when we were doing dessert, then John was sharing his dessert with her. Apparently they had agreed upon a she had to share dessert with him punishment... My question is... How is this a punishment? She was still getting dessert. Just a smaller portion than she normally would.
I watched my Step Daughter handle my husband, and he saw nothing wrong with it.
Another problem that I have with the whole thing, is Miranda I don't think realizes that once we've talked to her and punished her for something, it's done. We're not made at her anymore. We weren't really mad at her to begin with. We are just trying to teach her that there are boundries that are set that she needs to follow. We aren't even really that strict. The biggest thing is dinner! But I think she feels that she has to prove herself or win back our love. She was very mopey all night for the rest of the night until we tucked them into bed and said good night and that we loved her... So what do we do...
How do we deal with the step daughter that won't eat except what she wants? I bought a mug that sits in view in the dining room... It says dinner choices: 1: Take it 2: Leave it She is fine with that at our house, but what about somewhere else?
And how do we make her see that we don't hate her? Show her that she just needs to follow the rules?
Being thrown into this parenting thing is hard... I think it's even harder when you only get to practice a few weeks a year.
We picked the kids up from Kristin on Saturday night in Greensburg. They were exstatic to see us. The feeling was mutual. They have gotten so big in the last few months since we've seen them. It's amazing to see them grow up so quickly. I guess that happens when you only get to see them 5-6 weeks a year.
So the trials... I lvoe my step kids... Dearly. Just as if they were my own, probably because I know I will never have children of my own.
Miranda is already making me a little crazy! She is the pickiest little eater. She is 12 years old and for some reason all she wants to eat is pretty much pizza and Mac and Cheese. And my hubby is not helping. Yesterday for dinner we went to my parents and had dinner there. My mom made Fried Chicken(some of the best fried chicken I've ever had), buttered corn, mac and cheese, apple and banana salad, asparagus and sweet potatoes. The kids like chicken, corn and mac and cheese. Wesley liked the Asparagus as well. Miranda wouldn't eat the corn, picked the skin off the chicken and ate that and then ate a bite or two of the meat and then tried to throw it away. My mom caught her before she threw it away, and didn't want to waste the food. Then she proceeded to fill up on the mac and cheese.
Well... I happened to find out about the chicken, and pulled John into the kitchen to show him what had happened, and he took Miranda aside to find out her reasoning for it. Her reason was, She likes her mom's Fried Chicken better. The thing that I found funny was that she ate the fried part, she just didn't eat the chicken part. John and I had talked about a no dessert punishment while we were talking and all of a sudden when we were doing dessert, then John was sharing his dessert with her. Apparently they had agreed upon a she had to share dessert with him punishment... My question is... How is this a punishment? She was still getting dessert. Just a smaller portion than she normally would.
I watched my Step Daughter handle my husband, and he saw nothing wrong with it.
Another problem that I have with the whole thing, is Miranda I don't think realizes that once we've talked to her and punished her for something, it's done. We're not made at her anymore. We weren't really mad at her to begin with. We are just trying to teach her that there are boundries that are set that she needs to follow. We aren't even really that strict. The biggest thing is dinner! But I think she feels that she has to prove herself or win back our love. She was very mopey all night for the rest of the night until we tucked them into bed and said good night and that we loved her... So what do we do...
How do we deal with the step daughter that won't eat except what she wants? I bought a mug that sits in view in the dining room... It says dinner choices: 1: Take it 2: Leave it She is fine with that at our house, but what about somewhere else?
And how do we make her see that we don't hate her? Show her that she just needs to follow the rules?
Being thrown into this parenting thing is hard... I think it's even harder when you only get to practice a few weeks a year.