|This picture is not from today. I just wanted you to |
see how cute he could be when he actually eats.
William brings me the box of Ritz crackers, looks at me with big eyes and says "egh?" Which means "please mom can I have a snack?" "No", I say, "you didn't eat your dinner, would you like some sweet potato instead?" In response to my very reasonable suggestion, he tosses himself to the floor, rubbing his face on the tile and offering a protest of "ahhh uh buh na na na" followed by whimpering and kicking. It's pitiful really, but I watch him and realize this is the 14 month old equivalent of "Ugh, mom, It's so unfair! I never get to have what I want, you never let me have anything good! Aiden's mom lets him have Ritz crackers for dinner. Aiden's mom wants him to be happy! You just want me to eat that yucky food that will probably make me sick."
Maybe practicing my patience with the complaints of a toddler will help me prepare for the day that nonsense is coming. All I can say for right now, is I can't wait for Brian to come home so that at least someone will appreciate the yummy food I take the trouble to make!