Now that I am ravionously hungry all the freaking time it is driving me insane. So I try and save her portions, make more for her and set aside, be prepared. But the kid has a radar. She knows where there is one teeny tiny chocolate bar or something that mommy is sneakily scarfing down and she comes to demand her share. I shouldn't be annoyed with it. I really shouldn't I mean: my kid. I should feed my kid, right? But it's that I offer her a bunch of stuff, cook a bunch of food and she only wants what I want. And oddly it's the random craving that I NEED. Need. I tell you. Then I turn to maniac thoughts like: just wait until she's pregnant I'm going to come and steal her pickles!! (This kid. Going to need. Lots. Of therapy.)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I don't want to share!!!
Kaiya has always been a bit petite. I don't worry about it because the kid is like my clone and I figure she has my ridiculous metabolism. One of the secret weapons we have discovered is to feed the food to me. Or pretend like I'm eating it. Sadly the pretending doesn't work as much, it's like she knows. So we can give her a gazillion options, all of which she craved the week before, and nothing doing on each one. Then mommy sits down with her much-anticipated dinner and the kid is in her lap like a hungry beggar with her little bird mouth open. It was cute. WAS.