Kulia adores chocolate raisins. Adores. Adores. Adores.<\/p>\n
I have this huge Costco tub of them sitting on top of our island. It’s been there forever and I use them as good behavior treats. When my sister and her boys came to visit last summer, she couldn’t believe I could leave these chocolate yummies in plan view. She assured me that her boys would go bonkers if they could see chocolate raisins and not eat them.<\/p>\n
I felt a wave of pity for my poor sister. Leina never had a control problem with sweets. Every now and then, she’ll ask for a raisin, I’ll ask her how many, she’ll reply “two”, I’ll place two in her hand and she’ll wander off happy. No pleas for more, no demands for 10 or 20. No, we never had an issue. I chalked this up to superior parenting skills and hid the candy bin when Suzy’s boys were here.<\/p>\n
Ha. Ha. Ha.<\/p>\n
Turns out, it has nothing to do with parenting. Leina is some strange child freak that can stand to see candy and not turn into some whinning, crying, demanding monstrosity. Kulia? Well, lets just say, she’s turning out to be a normal kid.<\/p>\n
I don’t know when I gave her a chocolate raisin. I probably grabbed a few myself and popped one in her mouth to see if she’d eat it. Can you say, “stupid?” That child’s eyes lit up and she was in love. She wanted more. More. More.<\/p>\n
Every time we entered the kitchen she would run to the island, attempt to frantically claw her way up the side in a bad Spidey impersonation, lisping “thisssss, thisssss, thisssss” will all the power her 11 month old body could muster. If I picked her up, she would turn her big blue eyes on me, and moan with a soulfullness of a child twice her age. It was so cute, I did the worst thing possible.<\/p>\n
I GAVE IN.<\/p>\n
I could kick myself. It was such a rookie mistake. Rule No. 2 of childrearing is NEVER GIVE IN. (Rule No. 1 being hide the earplugs.) If you say “chocolate raisin”, Kulia will break into this huge grin, nod her head up and down, lisping “yessssss, yesssss, yessss”. And then, she will kiss you. Yes, she will learn forward, rest her forhead on your check, and kiss you. Oh dear Lord, give me strength. We went through this routine 10 times in a row before I found the courage to cut her off. I’ve had to move the raisin bin into the pantry where she can’t see it. Even though it is out of sight, it is not out of mind. Kulia still tries to scale the island and even though I lift her up to show her the empty spot where the raisins used to be, she is not fooled. She’ll nod, chant “yesssss” and offer you kisses for a while and when that fails, the tantrum begins.<\/p>\n
Oh, it is ugly. So ugly. I know I can’t give in but it is so hard. The little devil on my shoulder tells me, “it’s only a little choclate. It’s mostly raisin and that’s, like, a grape so you’re actually denying her fruit. Give in! Get the kisses!” But I know a child under the age of one cannot survive on a diet of chocolate raisins so I’ve stayed strong. It’s been rough, but I’m holding out. I figure, by the time she forgets about those darn raisins, she’ll probably be able to open the pantry and we’ll fight this battle all over again.<\/p>\n
But if you’re wondering what to bring Kulia for her 1st birthday, I’d say a nice bag of Raisinetts would be top of her list.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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