But the other night, I found myself super frustrated. Declan had a late meeting, so I was trying to get Emeline fed. She's in this new picky-food phase, which I absolutely, positively loathe with every ounce of my being. It sucks. But I hear it comes with the territory of toddlerhood.
Anyway. I started off by giving the girl some mandarin oranges. Great, she gobbled them up like I knew she would since fruit of any kind? She loves. But she can't just solely live on fruit. I then tried some mac & cheese. I've only tried it one other time and she was fine with it. But that night? It ended up on the floor. By the gob-full. Not to mention it was dripping down my walls, too. The walls, baseboards, and floor all of which I had just been on my hands and knees scrubbing earlier.
After a while, I realized that wasn't working. I'll try blueberries. She loves blueberries. She chucked them all at Mac (girlfriend has impeccable aim) before I could even get them off her tray. My frustration level was totally rising, but I tried not to show it.
I think at this point is when I tweeted something like, "I'm done parenting today. Any takers?"
Oddly enough, there were no takers.
Anyway. I tried her favorite fruit nutrigrain bars. She grinned from ear to ear when I brought them out from the cabinet, and inside I thought, "Nailed it". But before my mind could even finish that winning thought, I see my dog off in the corner gobbling up AN ENTIRE NUTRIGRAIN BAR like he just won the lottery.
By this point, I was just over it. So frustrated that the only thing she ate for dinner was freakin' mandarin oranges, meanwhile feeling like I'd somehow mal-nurished my child. I go to the fridge, and while I knew I should have just quit while I was
ahead, I went for the string cheese. Of COURSE she would want string cheese. It's her favorite.
She even said a hearty, "YESH" when I showed it to her. I brought it over, she smiled at me, I put a piece in her hand, she put out her other hand asking for the other half. Naively, I gave it to her, thinking she would vacuum it up like she normally does. She grabbed the two halves of the cheese, gripped them with all her might, spread her hands out over each side of her high chair, gave me the.cheesiest.smile.ever and then opened up her little fists, releasing said cheese sticks directly to the ground.
This time? That was it. I had to walk away because my toddler had figured out how to push all my buttons and frustrate the heck out of her momma.
Girlfriend had already tested me up and down, and I fell into her little tricks about a gazillion times, in desperate attempts to get her to eat something more than just mandarin oranges for dinner.
I cleaned her up in a huff, and sent her off to play in the living room.
Still frustrated, I pulled out my camera and starting downloading the photos I had taken earlier that day. I'm so glad I did. Especially in times of frustration like that, I'm so grateful for my camera. Or photos, rather. That I can just look back on and remember really great moments. The ones that happen often, and that do overshadow the really frustrating (even if silly) ones.
As I was watching the few photos download and flash across my screen, I found myself smiling a bit. Being less frustrated. Easing up. After all, you win some, you lose some in this whole parenting gig, anyway, right?
And only moments before the whole dinner debacle, we had some really fun moments when I snuck in to get her from naptime with my camera in hand. I can't remember the last time, if ever that I've done that.
So today, I'm grateful for moments that make me forget the little trying ones. For good that overshadows the bad. For my little booger-of-a-girl. I truly love this kid to death.
|Sleepy, groggy Eme-Kay. Bed-head is the best.|
|And then she spots her puppy who comes in to greet her. Smiles.|
|Watching her birds on her mobile.|
Her daddy came home from his work meeting with leftover pizza that night. Apparently she was holding out for that. I can't say I blame a girl.