Our Sunday

2008, November 23, Sunday

Ah, Sunday morning, I normally get up and think if I was going to church that day. By this particular Sunday, I was up early and so I got the boys ready. Getting it all together, so that we could leave the home on time, was always a challenge, here in the Gomez household.

Each time I pick up Immanuel from Sunday School, I would be anxious to know how it went for him. The poor boy tends to have issues with some of the boys there. I guess getting those cards for him was a great idea. It totally served it's purpose. I wanted him to find a way to fit in with the boys. Now he has a common topic that he can share with the boys. For now I have solved the problem at hand, but it looks like I have to keep coming up with new ideas each time he has issues. (a mother's job is never done)

 After service, I brought the boys to Pastamania. Recalling a conversation my sis and I had about fast food, I decided that we go a little healthy. Immanuel has his favourite Al Funghi, while Ivan had the Spinach Tortellini. Watching Ivan sit here and eat his lunch was something that still amazes me.

I will never forget those days, when Ivan had such a limited list of things that he ate. Those were the terrible days, when he only took oats, nestum, and sweet chocolaty breads. We had to look for KFC and BK everywhere we went or pack sachets of nestum, oats and milk powder. Even our holidays were challenging to plan.

As cruel as it may sound, the only way I survived this was to get him all hungry and then insist that he ate what I had prepared for that meal. Obviously, he wasn't going to eat it all up, but my main objective was that he was a draggy 2 year struggle but by God's grace we survived it. After lunch we came home, we lazed as the new rule was on Sundays we don't overwork our brains. We can watch, read magazines shop and stone (Immanuel's favourite pastime).

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