My monster...

And to those of you who know me well, I ain't talking about ET! I'm actually talking about my little toot. In my effort to avoid food battles, we (and by that I mean, me) have really given in to Emory at mealtimes. I've even been known to fix her more than one meal at any given mealtime. My mommy heart just wasn't sure she would get it if I stood my ground and refused to fix her something else to eat... until the other day. I can't remember what I had fixed her for lunch, but she wasn't interested in it. So, my sweet little angel shakes her head "no" when I put the undesired item on her highchair tray, and points to the kitchen. It finally dawns on me that she is telling me, "No thank you. You may fix me something else to eat today." Want to know how I know that? When I ask her if she wants a snack, she runs into the kitchen. So, I figure she's just pointing me back to the drawing board. How gracious of her. So, guess who is in highchair bootcamp? And guess who hasn't eaten since morning snack YESTERDAY? (It's already after lunch in my house.) All in all, I'm happy to report that there have been no tears, for either me or Emory. And, she's sleeping fine. If she doesn't mind, why should I? I'm really more curious to see how long she'll hold out.