Oh how I wish I had a picture of it.
My sister and I were in my dining room, planning my other sister’s baby shower.
Jami looked down and said, “Uh, Krista?”
I followed her gaze, and there was Annabelle.
Laying on the floor.
Guzzling water from her sippy-cup.
She wasn’t sucking on it, but we have the flow valve taken out so when she tips it, water comes out. And since she was laying down, it was pouring out, and she was gulping trying to keep up with it.
I just about cried.
Now, I must confess at this moment, the only reason she had the sippy cup is that she’d crawled past us into the kitchen (I thought she was playing with toys in my eye view in the living room, however evidently was a wee bit too engrossed in baby shower plans…)
And my other confession is that the cup was most likely FAR from clean. It was from earlier that day when she was in her high chair, chewing on the cup as normal, and had thrown it on the floor. Mommy evidently forgot to retrieve it, and so Annabelle did the job for me.
So, my crappiest-mother-of-the-year moments aside, this was a REAL feeding therapy win.
Another win/worst-mother move: Today, I dipped her binky in apple jacks crumbs from her highchair tray and put said binky in her mouth.
In the past, she’s immediately thrown a hissyfit.
Today, she sucked that binky with a look of thoughtfulness on her face.
Apple Jacks = Slap on Momma’s hand
Eating crumbs off binky = redemption!
Have I mentioned how NOT GOOD I am at feeding therapy? Out of all her therapies, it is my hardest one to handle/grasp/implement. It just frustrates me SO SO SO much that I just want to scream.
And screaming is pretty much counter-productive to feeding therapy…
Part of this I blame on my eldest daughter. She was/is the pickiest eater you have EVER SEEN. Now, I say this, and know that *I* am probably one of the pickiest ADULT eaters you’ve ever seen. But my daughter would scream at simple things put in front of her such as eggs and pretty much any vegetable beside green beans and corn and any meat besides hotdogs or McDonald’s chicken nuggets.
Even as a baby, she would refuse many/most baby foods. We’re talking hours of screaming in a high chair while Mommy determined not to let my daughter win the battle.
Um. She won.
So, going to feeding therapy now with Annabelle has made me realize that I probably went about it COMPLETELY wrong with Karalynn. And now she’s 11, and we still have wars over dinner. *big sigh* I want to do better with Annabelle. I HAVE to do better with Annabelle.
It’s just probably the most tiring, exhausting, frustrating thing that I do. Well, maybe besides trying to keep my pour house clean.
But, that’s a wwwhhhoolllleeee other blog post!
Discussion: What’s your least favorite “chore” or task you must accomplish daily?