Our least favorite task at this point is feeding time. We can give her something to eat that she doesn't like and she spits it right out, for instance salmon. Ok, no big deal, she just doesn't like it. Sometimes she eats well, humming along, mmmm, I like this roasted fennel Daddy. Then after 5-6 nice mouthfuls into it she looks at me in disgust and spits it out as if I just tried to poison her. Occasionally we try to play some games; having different things feed her like the eye drops bottle or the lint roller or the remote control. Basically anything that she wants to play with becomes bribe material. You want this saline nose spray bottle? Take 2 bites. How about this crinkly old wipes bag? 3 more bites. Eventually even this game ends with a lot of head shaking no and we're on to the next game. We spend the weekends trying to get each other to feed Mariana. Sometimes we get pissed off and sometimes we can laugh about it -like when she spazzed and flung pea soup all over her face. He he, parent revenge.
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