Salad For Lunch

My daughter was the first to like salad.   Really like.   She would take over our salad bowls at the sushi restaurant we frequented until we started ordering her her own.  My son wasn’t that interested in salad until relatively recently, but of late, he’s been an enthusiast.   So yesterday I packed them each a small salad for lunch, adding their favorite oil and vinegar dressing on top.   I told them about the salad in their lunch boxes and they responded positively.

Today when they got home I expected to find full containers of salad but no, they’d eaten pretty much all of it.   They aren’t allowed to throw any uneaten food away so parents can get a good idea of what their children are eating and if they’re packing too much food.

I asked them this evening if they’d like salad again for tomorrow’s lunch and they both gave me an emphatic, “yes”.   This is going to make packing healthy lunches that much easier.  

The Big Boy Potentially Ambidextrous Update:  Remember how my son was being switched from left-handed to right-handed writing?   His main teacher as well as his occupational therapist are now not so sure.   But they’re not sure so they’re going to let him go for a bit and see what develops.   From his OT teacher, “he is demonstrating equal grasp maturity and accuracy with both hands.  He may be one of the few truly ambidextrous people.”   They’re looking at strength and handedness in all tasks as they continue to evaluate him.

The Tiny Girl Eye Patching Chronicles:   Remember how we’re not certain if the right eye is able to see things but the brain isn’t paying attention to what signals the eye is sending?   This is called amblyopia.   Her doctors and we aren’t seeing dramatic signs of vision improvement and haven’t done a lot of patching.   Patching her without knowing if it was helpful fully blinded and frightened my daughter and we all agreed it wasn’t time yet.    Only a few days ago I tried patching her again.   Did she see much?  Not that I could tell, but she wasn’t scared.   She wanted to go to the basement (and needed a lot of hand-holding help to get there) but then she started playing a game on the couch she knew from feel and forgot about the patch for a good fifteen minutes.    She even agreed it would be fun to patch again.   Tonight she reminded me about patching and spent even longer with the patch on.   My husband waved a large, green balloon in front of her face and she didn’t see it, but when asked, could identify the color once she knew it was there.    She’s using trailing behavior to run her hands down the wall to help know where she is, but she’s not scared.   When she asked if she could take the patch off tonight I told her to go find dad in the bedroom and tell him first—and she did.    We’re going to try some more and see if anything develops from it.