Eating it up
Parenting amnesia really sucks ass.
I know nature intended for us to forget the bad stuff, because we would never procreate again if we remembered the pain and suffering. Take for instance, the teeth-gnashing that comes along with the care and feeding of a 19.5-month-old.
Oh I forgot about this stage with Jack and now I am reliving it again with Emmie. And it's just as much fun the second time around. And when I say just as much fun, I mean as fun as piercing your eyelid with a screwdriver and then inserting a nail and calling it an "eye ring."
Today Emmie refused to eat oatmeal, cantaloupe, turkey, cheese, bread, squash, chicken, tikka masala, rice, naan and applesauce. Things she did eat? Milk, pumpkin bread, milk, a single pea, milk, more milk, almond butter off a spoon and a smoothie. Also, air.
The items she refused to eat all ended up on the floor at various times during various meals. And before people point out she might be drinking too much milk and filling up on that, we give her milk with meals and a small amount mid-morning and mid-afternoon. By late afternoon, she will scream bloody murder if we don't give it to her. And that's fun for exactly no one in this family or anyone walking by outside, for that matter, so we would give in and get the damn cup of "NUM NUM MAAAAAAAA" for her. But starting yesterday, I don't give in anymore. She needs to learn she won't get everything she screams for at some point. Better now with milk than later with Coach purses.
Tonight, she happily started in on the chicken tikka masala I lovingly made for my family (sauce from a jar, but still) and then took the plate and flung it at my feet after one bite. It is important to note she has eaten this dinner at least once a week since she was about nine months old and used to love it. Now, not so much. You can imagine I handled that plate-flinging with great diplomacy.
I did notice she's cutting two new teeth on the bottom, for a grand total of six bottom teeth (four new ones), so maybe that's bothering her. But whatever it is, it's bothering me. And if it bothers Mommy, it bothers EVERYONE because Mommy makes sure everyone knows about how hard she has it.
I know nature intended for us to forget the bad stuff, because we would never procreate again if we remembered the pain and suffering. Take for instance, the teeth-gnashing that comes along with the care and feeding of a 19.5-month-old.
Oh I forgot about this stage with Jack and now I am reliving it again with Emmie. And it's just as much fun the second time around. And when I say just as much fun, I mean as fun as piercing your eyelid with a screwdriver and then inserting a nail and calling it an "eye ring."
Today Emmie refused to eat oatmeal, cantaloupe, turkey, cheese, bread, squash, chicken, tikka masala, rice, naan and applesauce. Things she did eat? Milk, pumpkin bread, milk, a single pea, milk, more milk, almond butter off a spoon and a smoothie. Also, air.
The items she refused to eat all ended up on the floor at various times during various meals. And before people point out she might be drinking too much milk and filling up on that, we give her milk with meals and a small amount mid-morning and mid-afternoon. By late afternoon, she will scream bloody murder if we don't give it to her. And that's fun for exactly no one in this family or anyone walking by outside, for that matter, so we would give in and get the damn cup of "NUM NUM MAAAAAAAA" for her. But starting yesterday, I don't give in anymore. She needs to learn she won't get everything she screams for at some point. Better now with milk than later with Coach purses.
Tonight, she happily started in on the chicken tikka masala I lovingly made for my family (sauce from a jar, but still) and then took the plate and flung it at my feet after one bite. It is important to note she has eaten this dinner at least once a week since she was about nine months old and used to love it. Now, not so much. You can imagine I handled that plate-flinging with great diplomacy.
I did notice she's cutting two new teeth on the bottom, for a grand total of six bottom teeth (four new ones), so maybe that's bothering her. But whatever it is, it's bothering me. And if it bothers Mommy, it bothers EVERYONE because Mommy makes sure everyone knows about how hard she has it.
Labels: Emmie
posted by Amy at
9:19 PM
3 Comments:
Yum! Her discarded food sounds delish :)
oh, yeah I remember those days. And not fondly. If you can get her to eat one good meal a day, consider her fed for the day. Don't stress over it, she'll eat when she's hungry.
De-lurking to say that "Better now with milk than later with Coach purses" is one of the best lines I've ever read. Thank you for that!
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