This past week Bella has been having a hard time at meals. She eats a few bites and then starts whining. She throws her food and her cup to the floor, she swats the spoon out of my hand or tries to grab it and flings the food all over the place. Even her favorite standby, bread, has been shredded and tossed without a single bite passing her lips.
Today Dom baked a fresh loaf of my favorite, honey whole wheat. At dinner, not expecting more than the usual bread flinging, I cut a small slice and handed a bit of it to Bella. And she ate it. And she ate the next bit and the next. It wasn’t until a good way into the meal that she began the flinging.
Yes, not only can our discriminating little girl tell the difference between Daddy’s homemade loaf and the bagels mom got from the grocery store, she can even tell the difference between bread made fresh today and bread that is a few days old. Only the best, freshest bread for our little girl. Yeesh, we’ve created a monster!
