Breakfast

Sam is such a capable little girl. She got her own breakfast this morning. She asked me, with a please, to take the plate off the paper plates so she could pick one herself. I removed the plate and she stretches up to grab the whole pile. She sorts through them carefully to pull out the purple hippo and puts the rest back in the cupboard. The banana bread was sitting on the counter, so she pulls one of them out of the plastic bag and puts it on her plate, then she asks for cream cheese and a knife, please. She says, “Oh, I want some yogurt, is there some yogurt?” as she pulls open the fridge and gets her yogurt. I tell her I need to open it for her, and she smiles at me, “No, mommy, I can do it myself.”

Indeed she can. I got her settled on the table. She takes one bite of the banana bread, one bite of the yogurt, announces she is done, and goes and reads her B. Bears books. Welcome to the diet of a toddler. I was told she ate three peas for dinner last night. Eventually she’ll eat. I can’t eat in the heat either, even with the air conditioning.