Aimee had a rough rough day yesterday, which means I also had a rough day. That's just the way things work. Plus, Katie had her cousin come and spend the night. They had a ton of fun, including staying up really late, talking in bed, and waking up waaaaay too early.
We got kind of spoiled with Katie. That girl will eat almost anything, loves fruits and veggies, and the list of things she won't eat is very short. Aimee on the other hand, is picky. It drives me crazy. She has an aversion to anything green, and will pick them out no matter how small. She won't eat soup. She gags on things regularly. Plus she throws her plate or bowl on the floor when she's done eating.
So Aimee decided she would only eat cookies, mee-toes (tomatoes) and rice yesterday. I got her to eat like two bites of tofu, and one tiny piece of broccoli. I had to bribe her with more rice. Anyway, for lunch we had mashed potatoes and ratatouille. She ate one bite, I think and the next bite she spit out. Then she dumped her food on her tray, dropped the bowl still half full of food on to the floor, then proceeded to spread the food around and squish it between her fingers. This happened in about one minute. So I got her and the floor cleaned up, figured she wasn't hungry, and I went over to finish folding a load of laundry. Aimee runs over to me two minutes later with the empty bowl of mashed potatoes. The problem is, there was some leftovers. Aimee had gotten them off the counter top, dumped them out on the carpet, then squished them in. While I was cleaning that up she opened up a tomato bouillon cube, and started crumbling it up.
I put her down for a nap. It was almost 2 hours earlier than normal, but I was ready.
While I was cleaning up the mashed potatoes I was feeling very grumpy, and wondering why I wanted kids so badly in the first place.
The nap didn't improve Aimee's disposition, and Katie got grumpier as the day went on. So by bedtime I was happy to put them to bed early, and try to forget about the day. A couple of hours after they went to sleep, Aimee woke up, crying for mommy. She had dropped her pacifier. She was standing up, and reached out for me. Normally I don't pick her up, I just hug her and lie her back down so she doesn't wake up too much. But I picked her up, and she cuddled with me for a few minutes, and gave me a kiss. Then I remembered, that's why I had kids. My life is not always easy, and my kids are not always cute. But it's the little moments that make life good.
3 comments:
Wow I didn't know that there were kids that actually ate all their food without throwing it all over the floor and everything else. :o) Sorry your day was so hard. (I hate those days!)I think we've all been there and can sympathize pretty well. Hopefully today was better.
It is the little things that make life good! Btw, I love Katie's hair in the picture on the blog, it's beautiful! I wish my hair looked like that :)
Thank goodness for those little moments that make an entire rotten day worth while. We had Sister Beck come and visit our Stake a few months back and she said something that styuck with me. She said that we shouldn't worry about the messes our kids make or that our homes are never clean when we have children. Someday when they're all grown up and gone the house will be clean again and you will actully find yourself missing those little messes.
It's not easy but I try not to focus on the mess itself, but the moment instead. They grow up so fast. It's hard to remember to do it all the time, especially when grape juice is spilled on nearly white carpet, but I try. :o) You're a great mom, Manda! Your girls are really lucky!
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