“Lily, are you going to let me help you eat this yogurt or drive me crazy?” Lily says quite simply, “I am going to drive you crazy!”
It is lunchtime and my two year old would rather try to eat her yogurt by herself without my help, which would be fine except that she usually ends up wearing more of the yogurt then she actually eats. The last time she ate yogurt by herself, she actually ended up with yogurt in her hair. Sticky and gooey yogurt that lined her bangs.
It was gross and she had to have a bath immediately following this meal. So as they say, “Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me!” I am not going to be fooled twice. Trust me though I would love for her to be able to eat by herself, but the mess is just more of a hassle in the end than it is worth.
By the way, when asked what she wanted for lunch, Lily told me “Quesadillas”. Emma asked for yogurt and was sitting nicely eating at the kitchen table (What a difference a year makes) by the time Lily’s quesadilla was done cooking and cut up for her.
Sure enough, Lily turned to me and said, “I want yogurt.”
I asked her, “What about the quesadilla Lily?”
And was told by Lily, “I don’t want it.” So, instead of fighting he, I got out another container of yogurt and got it all ready for my picky two year old.
Next, I took her pink and black ballet shoes shirt off and pulled her hair up and continually told her that she only gets the yogurt with my help. But now she is pushing my hand away and refusing to eat unless I let her as she puts, “All by myself”. This fight goes on for about five minutes, before I finally give in.
Ok just in case you weren’t sure where I was going with this, here come the fool me twice moment. With the first spoonful that I concede control to Lily, she spills it on the table and in her lap too for good measure. I swear I couldn’t even make this up if I tried. I was sitting right next to her and it was like watching a train wreck happen in slow motion.
This went on for about another thirty seconds before I took the yogurt from her and had felt I pretty much proved my point nicely. Now, I told her that whatever yogurt she had left was either eaten by my help or not at all. Of course, she wasn’t happy about this ultimatum and protested heavily telling me, “No mommy!”. In the end, she ate some of the quesadilla, she originally didn’t want, because she was allowed to walk around the house for lunch and I just threw out the remaining yogurt. Yes, I know the road to hell is truly paved with good intentions and this time proved to be no different.
Here is the mental note to I made to myself…Don’t buy more yogurt at the next grocery store outing, because it is just more of a headache than it is worth. Now, I am just hoping that the few containers left in the fridge go unnoticed by Lily, too. Although, with the impending Frankenstorm on its way, the rest of the yogurt we do have in our fridge might not make it if it is indeed as bad as they say and we lose power. Not that I want to lose power, but with Lily that would be a bonus!
By the way, after Lily indeed drove me crazy, she of course does something else about an hour later to more than make up for it. For the first time ever she told me she had to go potty, actually make it there with her pull-up dry and peed in the toilet. (For those, who didn’t know she has been potty training for about a month, but usually when she does tell me she has to go, her pull-up is already wet.)
So of course, who could stay annoyed at her especially after that. I swear it is Murphy’s Law with a toddler that they can be as beastly as possible, but in the next breath be so good that it practically scares you.
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