Well normality has resumed.
I’ve said before that Princess is like me… she LOVES her food and has always had a wonderful petite.
One of the worst parts of her being sick for the past few weeks has been watching her having no interest in food.
But it’s all OK apparently, because her appetite has returned, and with it has arrived her attitude.
I think she has fecking worms.
For the past 3 days, she has spent the ENTIRE afternoon and evening…right up until bedtime, either standing at the fridge grunting, opening every cupboard while lamenting the lack of food in her hand, or pushing her high chair around the kitchen, wailing like a cailleach.
And I’m not exaggerating.
Here is what she ate between 3pm and 7pm yesterday…
1 banana
1 yoghurt
2 rich tea biscuits
1.5 rice cakes
Half of a wrap with ham
A bowl of Cheerios
Pasta and 3 sausages
Not too bad you say?
This was AFTER her day in creche, where I am informed she ate:
Toast
grapes
brioche
and TWO, YES TWO Bowls of Chilli with mashed potato.
TWO.
And once she saw the sausages going onto the pan, she cried incessantly until I lifted her up in my arms, from where she watched them cooking, alternating between squeaks of joy and whines of despair that they were not in fact in her fudgy hands yet.
My back was broken.
My head was busting.
My fridge was dangerously empty. Only the meat for The Him’s dinner and brussel sprouts remained.
And they were in genuine danger!
Today, we’re slap bang in the middle of her “Feckin Feed Me” dance. She is currently quiet because she is eating the end of Mini-Me’s yoghurt, deeming her own pot too empty for her.
I have about 3 minutes before Round 3.
The S-Mum 