Yes, today was most certainly one of those days.
The kind of day you wake up more tired than you went to bed . The kind of day you develop a head cold and sore throat. The kind of day the baby decides food is the enemy, and she needs to stand up at every single opportunity. The term ‘exhausted’ would be an extreme understatement.
The aversion to food started this morning at breakfast. Weetabix with her formula, she shook her head (skill up: the ‘No’ headshake) and pressed her lips tight. I tried to get her to eat some of it for a good while and she was having none of it. Sit down with her, to give my own weetabix breakfast some attention. She wants that. Offer her some and she had about 3 mouthful and changed her mind about that too. Decided she looked tired, so put her down for a nap with a bottle of milk. No problems. Completely zonked.
Lunch time roles round and sweet potato fingers are steaming away in the steamer. Puts a few fingers on her high chair top for her to squish them and throw them on the floor. CHILD! Just eat the god damn sweet potato, you like sweet potato! Mashed some roughly and try that on a spoon. No avail. She shakes her no head at me and mushes the remaining sweet pot. fingers on the table top and tried to feed the dog (who was nowhere near by). Blended sweet potato with a little formula. Shakes her head. Yogurt, no freaking problem.
Tea time was much the same. Im renaming it to “The squash and launch program”.
Delilah cried because the book was closed. Then cried when she opened it. Then cried again when she shut her own fingers in it… it certainly has been one of those day.
Now, which way is bedtime?