Little Victories

After a week of sickness the Child is finally eating and drinking again. OhthanktheLordJesusChristAlmightyhallelujah. Amen. It almost makes me want to go back to church and say a prayer of thanks. Almost. I would probably be struck dead by a very large lightning bolt if I even drove my car close to the parking lot. But anywhoo...

She will now eat some foods, but only those foods she deems worthy to enter her darling, stubborn little mouth. The Child has opinions, oooh does she have Opinions. The sweet baby who once trusted me to put tasty things into her mouth and took them willingly now looks at me with distrust and scorn while I'm preparing her food. And her sense of smell seems to have heightened during her sickness. She can now smell a food she doesn't like at 5 paces. And she has no problem letting me know what she doesn't like.

Tonight I gave her 4 choices for dinner before we finally settled on one she liked. And, yes, it was the same thing she's eaten for the past 3 days. You may be asking yourself "Why didn't you just give her the tried and true dinner the first time?" Because I'm the Mommy, Dammit! She doesn't realize it yet but I can be as stubborn as she is. I will persevere. She will learn to like what I've prepared for her. I will win this fight.

Who am I kidding? I'm going down - Hard.

Losing to a 9 month old... That's going to help my self-esteem.