I stayed home from work sick today. You don't need any details, trust me.
Now its almost 8pm and I'm upstairs after my husband pretty much demanded me to take a baby break. THE KID WILL. NOT. EAT. And the frustrating pattern is he has a meltdown as soon as we get him home. And the shrieking goes on and on and on. He gets so upset that he can't eat, even tho its obvious that he's hungry.
I think the person feeding him should never be the person who did the actual grocery shopping because each thing he refuses to eat ends up having a dollar sign floating over it as you scrape it into the garbage can. Between the waste of money there's also the waste of time. I make his meals, after all, and damn it, a modicum of thought and work goes into each one. I talked to my Mom today and she suggested I look into some of the "junior" baby food stuff for toddlers. I did and I just could not bring myself to buy that shit for him. Am I being too picky? I've heard of Munchhausen by Proxy--is this Anorexia Nervosa by Proxy?
The good news is it sounds like the shrieking has stopped. Maybe the kid decided the avocado isn'nt poisin after all.