Two nights ago Vivi went to bed as happy as could be. She spent her last two hours before bed eating pizza and running around our front room throwing balls, just as she does almost every night. She pulled me to the middle of the front room and sat me down in the middle of the floor, and then she orbited me with quick circles for several minutes–another Vivi staple.
When it was time for bed I prepared her food for babies, which has now been gravitated to just water, put her in her moose pajamas, and put her in bed. The kid slept really well all night and didn’t need to be adjusted once throughout the night, which means I had a good of night sleep too. There were only two times during the night when I checked the monitor and saw that I needed to put her blanket back on her.
She slept in until 8:30 a.m., which is almost a miracle when I’m the one who gets to sleep past 6:00 a.m. Usually when I have the opportunity to sleep past 6:00 a.m. Vivi is awake promptly at 7:00 a.m.
When I went into Vivi’s room to get her ready for the day she immediately whimpered. That seemed a bit odd, because she was whimpering like she was still tired but she slept so well. We headed downstairs and she ran into our living room and began to play with her toys. Surprisingly she didn’t request to eat.
Thirty minutes later I asked Vivi if she wanted to eat and she said yes. I put her in her high chair and got her a bowl of cereal. She took one look at the cereal and whimpered and made her I’m done signal. I asked her if she wanted a yogurt and she shook her head. I asked her if she wanted a banana and she shook her head. I asked her if she wanted cottage cheese and she shook her head. She really wasn’t going to eat anything for breakfast, so I got her out of her chair and we went on with the rest of our day.
Lunch went the same as breakfast. The kid didn’t want to eat anything. I even tried giving her some leftover Crazy Bread from Little Caesars, which is about her most favorite thing in the world, and she vehemently shook her head no. The only thing she likes more than Crazy Bread is strawberries, so I pulled some of those out and she ate three or four and threw the rest on the ground. The kid wouldn’t eat anything else.
After naptime I pulled out some more strawberries and Vivi ate another three or four strawberries and then requested 10 to 15 grape tomatoes. She downed the tomatoes and refused to eat anything else.
We headed out to Pet Smart so Vivi could check out the cats that were up for adoption and the birds tweeting in the cage. She ran around the store looking at the fish, the birds, the hamsters, and the cats—all of whom she calls “Wink.” She even got to pet two very big but gentle German Shepherd dogs that were hanging out in the store. As we were walking out of the store I asked if she wanted to eat and she nodded yes.
I walked her across the street to McAlister’s Deli (Vivi and my traditional spot to eat dinner when Casey is out of town) and ordered her a kids mac & cheese meal. The meal came with chocolate milk and apple sauce as well. I ordered nothing for me and we sat at our table. Vivi drank a few sips form her chocolate milk glass and then looked at her food. She licked the top of her mac & cheese and then gave me the all done signal. The kid refused to eat her food. She also refused to take another sip from her chocolate milk.
I’m sure we looked a little weird leaving 5 minutes after Vivi’s food was brought out and none of it was touched, but, as I learned, you can’t force a toddler to eat.
We headed home and Vivi went to bed almost immediately after we got there. The kid ate only handful of strawberries and tomatoes all day. I can’t tell if she is feeling sick, tired, or she just misses her mom or Addie, but I’m really hoping I don’t get surprised with a bed or car seat full of puke.
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