Before every meal, we bow our heads and give thanks for our food. We always hold hands around the table. Apparently Sawyer has been paying attention during his 15 months in our home. Every time we sit down and hold hands, he makes a terrible face like he's concentrating really, really hard, then bows his little head all the way down to his tray. One morning we were saying a prayer standing up, and he laid down on the floor so his head could be touching something. Why didn't we think of this sooner? Lee Anna is a typical three-year-old (except the part about speaking two languages and living on a different continent than the one where she was born.) As such, she frequently politely refuses to eat the food we lovingly prepare for her supper. One night last week we made a local vegetable dish called molokheya (imagine finely chopped spinach, boiled in chicken broth--but much slimier, like boiled okra) and served it with rice and chicken. Earlier in the week, she wouldn't eat her chicken or rice, but this time she insisted on dipping the pieces of fried chicken into the slimy green stuff as well as having it poured all over her rice. She ate more that night than any other night that week. Do all three-year-olds like to have slimy green chicken and rice?
We head out for America later tonight, so watch for our next post from the good ol' US of A!