Eating Crow

It's like pulling teeth to get my once *perfect* eater to eat anything lately that isn't covered with gravy or doused in hummus. And even then? Dicey. Our go-to foods and methods are being tested and denied. He's still eating, but he's definitely no longer the poster child. No more omg this is so easy because my kid eats everything and isn't this fun!?

Those days are gone.

And remember when I wrote a few posts about traveling with kids? Well, we still follow the same principles, but heaven help me. Traveling with a nearly 13-month old kid is so very different than traveling with a 6-month old. Flying to Europe and back with an 8-month old? Cakewalk. Flying three stinking hours from Florida to Chicago with the kid now? Enough to make me take up drug use.

While I didn't mean to come off as smug, I sort of feel like I did in some previous posts about how we do things around here with a kid that is mellow as a cucumber. Never my intention... but man. I was just trying to document how things are around these parts and then the kid goes and pulls a 180 on us.

That kid morphed into a tantrum-throwing, water-refusing, flailing diaper-changer, food-launching maniac baby that's making me wonder if he has an outside terrorist coach that's providing him with schemes and play-by-play material that sends us to bed with migraines. He's teething {well he did just break through on his first lateral incisor, but that's neither here nor there}, blahdee blahdee blah. It's less than fun.

Okay, so he's also adorable and sleeps through the night and naps like a champ (oh please don't let that be cursed, too!). And I can assume that he's just so darned intelligent that his brain is on overload and he's acting out because he's learning how to assert himself and knows just how he likes his eggs in the morning. That it's better for him to be stubborn than too easygoing and in the long run, that assertive personality will definitely play out in his favor when he's CEO of a company someday.

Right? Someone tell me this is all normal and my kid might actually drink water instead of only! milk! someday. 

Also, please serve me up a plate of that {ehm, vegetarian} crow anytime now. Bib on, I'm ready.

{and while this goes without saying, I am definitely exaggerating as I would literally lay my life down for this kid we're so freaking thrilled to be wreaking such havoc on our lives.}