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December 31, 2003
Breakfast is good
Well, she does love breakfast.
This morning when we came downstairs after getting washed and dressed she saw me rustling around in the kitchen and hurried over to a chair at the table.
"Yummies yummies YUMMIES!!!!" she yelled, wriggling in her seat.
"Yep, I'm making you some yummies!" I told her, opening a box of frozen sausage links.
"Look! It's HOT DOGS!" she cried.
"No, these are sausages," I told her.
"SA-JEH-JEHS!" she crowed.
"Look! It's TOAST!"
"Look! It's JUICE!"
"OH! A FORK!"
I've never seen her as happy as she was when I placed her plate in front of her. Why can't every meal be this easy?
Last night we busted out the Sesame Street potty seat I'd bought before Christmas. Quinn has no interest in going on the big potty, but she has plenty of interest in watching us use it.
I attached it to our toilet seat, then Andy brought her in, sans-diaper, to see it.
"Oh! Elmie!" she said excitedly. Then she realized that we wanted her to sit on it.
"Want to sit up on the potty, Quinn?" I asked her, pushing her step-stool over to the toilet. "Come on, come sit on Elmo!"
"Noh!" she chirped, backing away.
"OK," I said. "I'll sit on Elmo!" I sat down on the toilet seat while Quinn eyed me warily.
"Elmo!" she finally cried, pulling at me to get up. "MOVE!"
"Fine," I said, getting up. "Do you want to try?" I lifted her up and aimed her towards the seat, but she kicked her legs and cried, "NOOOOOO!"
So I put her down and said, "OK, let's go night-night, then." I turned the light out in the bathroom, and she sadly marched out into the hallway.
"Bye-bye Elmie!" she said with a desperate sadness in her voice, practically choking back tears. "Bye-bye SEAT. Bye-bye TOILET."
She's going to wear diapers to prom, I just know she is.
Posted by Amy at 10:28 AM | Comments (3)
December 30, 2003
Food
I am the worst mother on earth. I am. It's true.
Today for lunch I made Quinn a pb&j sandwich and I sliced up an orange for us to share. Would she eat any of it? Take a bite? Just try a little tiny bit? NO.
All she did was whine for milk. I said, using my best Dora logic, "First try some of your sandwich...then you get some milk!" She understood, but she didn't want to try some of her sandwich. She looked at it like I had placed a steaming turd on her tray, and any attempts to get an orange slice near her were waved off in a rather combative way.
So she sat there, whimpering, whining, while I ate my lunch. I cleared our plates, got her some water, and let her out of her booster seat. I was so annoyed at her that I was shaking.
I don't know what to do. The world is not one big chicken nugget with a glass of milk. There are OTHER FOODS out there, and there are fruits besides freaking BANANAS, Quinn. I am so tired of trying to make kid-friendly foods only to have her stare at them with disgust and not even touch them. I hate cooking enough as it is, I don't need to do it for someone who isn't even going to EAT THE DAMN STUFF.
Why isn't she a good eater? What have I done? It's not like she's not offered a variety of interesting foods. I don't give her weird or child-bewildering food...what's wrong with chicken? Or meatloaf? Or mashed potatoes? Or green beans? She won't even TRY anything anymore, unless she's absolutely positive that she likes it, or unless it's made of sugar, which she can smell like a bloodhound. All she wants is the familiar with a sippy cup of milk.
So now it's 3:00 and I'm sure she's hungry, but we're not eating until 6. Do I do a Mommie Dearest and offer her the sandwich again? I'm not wasting another damn orange on her. But I'm not giving her some crackers or something like that; then she'll think she can skip lunch and just subsist on crap.
This is so frustrating. I have enough issues with food myself; I don't need hers too.
Posted by Amy at 4:19 AM | Comments (10)
December 8, 2003
Poo news
This morning, Quinn was singing in her bed at 7am. I got up, and walked to her room, and she cheerfully called out "Morning daddy!" when she saw me.
Then, as she stood in her crib, she told me "Poop. Made poop." And so she had.
Posted by Andy at 10:49 AM | Comments (2)