My Teenage Girl

This is my Dear Rosey Posey:

On weekends, she works at a local drive-in theater owned by her best friend's family. On this particular day, the drive-in was having a 50's party, so the day before the party, she informed me she needed a 50's outfit. So I got to work looking at poodle skirt pictures on the Internet and headed out to Wal-Mart the night before for fabric. Of course it is ont "authentic", poodle skirts are made out of felt, but the felt was $4 a yard and I found this cotton for $2. It also should have been fuller, and I tried by just making a basic elastic waist A-line (easy without a pattern) with lots of fabric. It was fine for working in the concession stand.

So Rosey Posey has low iron, according to her doctor. I am not sure how you can have low iron and not be anemic (I understand anemia can be from other issues), but that is what her doctor told me. They said they want her to eat iron-rich foods such as dried fruit (she steals all my prunes, but won't admit it is her), legumes,spinach, etc.

She knows the drill because I have always struggled with iron I told her she can take blackstrap molasses and her response was "yeah, I know, but that's disgusting". So this morning I made some whole wheat oatmeal muffins with molasses and raisins and I know for a fact she will not eat them. Why would she? Even worse, why would I make them knowing she won't eat them! Muffins are supposed to have chocolate chips! Yet I bother for some odd reason that mothers bother with the things. You know, like how we cook vegetables for the kids who hate vegetables every night. It's some kind nonsensical Momism. She's going to get up in a little while and look at them and say "oh, um, th-thanks, um, gee, raisins and blackstrap molasses..."

And I'll say "and oatmeal and cinnamon. Try one, they're good." (Which they are, I just had one.)

And she'll say "no thanks, it's morning, I'm not hungry."

The doctor also told me to buy her Flintstone's Chewable with Iron and she needs to take 2 a day. Her first reasction was "but these aren't the Gummi kind!"

"Rosey Posey, they do not sell vitamins with iron in Gummi form."

"Hmmph!"

"Make sure you hide those in your drawer away from your little brothers. They will think they are candy and eat them. Iron can be dangerous."

So her answer to that was to put them in the pantry next to the raisins.

"Rosey Posey, I said to hide these!"

"I did! They were on a higher shelf where they could not reach them...or see them...unless they looked like up. And I doubt they are smart enough to look up!"

She's going to read this and think I am dumping on her. I'm not. The daily goings on in raising children creates (what to me seem) funny scenarios that I would like to record and go back and read. That is one of the things I love about keeping this blog.