And no, this isn’t another recipe.
Cohen woke up from his morning nap in a MOOD. I don’t know what he dreamed about, but he came up swinging. He was screaming and even pulled out his baring-all-of-my-teeth face for the occasion. He forgot all about his little boy parts that usually make diaper changing fun for him and started swatting at my hands. I just went about my business and let him do his thing because the best punishment for him is usually being ignored. He followed me into the kitchen, picking up things and throwing them (did I mention he’s strong willed?) When that didn’t work, he calmed down and very nicely made the sign for “eat”.
So I put him in his highchair and warmed up some pasta. I added a little feta cheese because he loves him some Greek tasting food.
I made the mistake of leaving the container of feta out. So after he woofed down half of the cheese on his plate, he started making the sign for “more” over and over and pointing to the container. I pointed out that he still had feta on his plate. It was a classic case of the grass being greener on the other side.
I put the feta up, but those kinds of tricks are so 8 months ago.
He had a meltdown…a full fledged feta meltdown. My sweet child became a red-faced, toothy, growling monster right before my eyes. He threw his plate and started shaking his highchair. I had to paddle him. Over feta cheese.
After he had calmed down and a had an apparently necessary good ole cry, he came back to the table and ate his food and politely asked for more. I gave him a little more cheese and you shoulda seen the look on his little grimy, cheese caked face! It was the same toothy open mouth but smiling and with a skin-toned face. I started to laugh at him and then he cracked up, exuding joy like he had just been delivered from the brink of death. I could kick myself for not having the before and after pic.
I think we have a problem, friends. My toddler is a Cheese Addict.
Do they make support groups for this kind of thing?