My birthday is February 23, so on the 23rd of each month, I share a couple of random things about myself.
I am a reformed picky eater.
When I was growing up, I remember being super picky about crust on my bread, the amount of milk in my oatmeal, and no dressing on my salad. I remember my mom bargaining with me about drinking milk, and I remember sitting at the table – for what felt like HOURS – because my mom told me I couldn’t get up until I ate three Brussels sprouts.
I don’t know what happened…maybe I just grew up. There are very few things I won’t eat, meatloaf being the only thing that comes to mind.
And I don’t know what prompted my pickiness in the first place, either. I don’t know how much of that is “normal” for some kids, and how much was maybe a part of me being an only child, that my mom catered to me.
Whatever the case, I’m thankful now for my love of Brussels sprouts, spicy Mexican food, raw sushi, and everything in between. And I’m even more thankful that the girls are following my current footsteps, not my old ones!
I used to love amusement park rides…
…but now I have to be careful on the swings at the park.
I used to love any and every amusement park ride. Living in a small town, the yearly county fair was where I enjoyed most of my experiences growing up. I have great memories of the likes of the Tilt-a-Whirl and the Scrambler and the Octopus…the more bone-jarring…the more twists and spins…the better.
Once again, I don’t know what happened…maybe I’m just getting old…but I can’t really look at the merry-go-round at the park too intently, before I start feeling a little bit ill.
Fortunately I’m OK on the carousel at the mall, and fortunately that’s still a huge thrill for the girls. I’ll hang onto that for as long as I can…and hope Husband doesn’t suffer the same fate as I have. Someone needs to be brave to ride with the girls one day!