I know I've totally neglected this poor little blog as of late....really it's just because my husband is totally neglecting me. Of course, I don't hold it against him...he's got obligations that are important to my future as the wife of a conductor, but I miss him. And I admit, he picks up enough of my slack usually that I stay sane, so lately I'm just a little insane and the blog has suffered. No worries though...Joel's people have assured me I will have my husband back in just two weeks!
But on to the real subject of today's entry....Chloe.
She's two and a half, and I think up until recently we've avoided the "terrible twos." The thing is, I've always said that two is one of my favorite ages. With both my girls I have loved seeing how much they learn, the emerging personalities as they are better able to express themselves and just the perfect cuteness that only a two year old has.
But Chloe...she is one stubborn little girl. She's also a determined, strong-willed, unwavering, fiercely sure of herself little girl who needs her space. You have to know how to deal with Chloe. Once you can get through the brick wall that is her determination she is like clay in your hands and will do whatever it is you ask of her. But, oh, that wall is getting stronger and stronger by the minute and sometimes I think it'll be the death of me.
Tonight Chloe woke up from her 4 hour nap at 9:00 pm. Now, I hate it when she does these late naps...but I have learned that she is much nicer if she gets the sleep her body is telling her she needs. So, she was hungry and she wanted chicken. Lucky we had crock potted chicken with rice for dinner tonight, you say? Problem is, that wasn't the chicken little Miss Chloe had in mind...she wanted chicken nuggets. So when I set her dish of yummy chicken and rice down in front of her she freaked out.
Now, I knew that if I could just get her to eat one bite she would happily eat the rest. The problem is getting her to do it. Here's how it went down: I brought a spoonful of the dish to where she was sitting and she ran away screaming, "Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! I don't want some! Yuck Mommy!" Then I managed to get her in my lap and I calmly told her that she just needed to eat one bite and if she didn't like it she didn't have to eat the rest. Back arches, body stiffens, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I don't like it! Gwoss! Gwoss! Yuck!" (Gross? She's two! I have never heard her use this word until tonight...and yet she said it multiple times...gross.) Finally, I told her she had to go back to bed if she didn't at least try and stood up to take her. "No! Don't take me to bed! No! Okay I'll eat a bite!" So, after getting her in her perfect configuration for taking this bite (it couldn't be on my lap or at the table...had to be sitting on the couch), she ate it, and *gasp* she LIKED it. She happily sat down at the table in the kitchen and ate the entire bowl.
Score one for Mommy.