Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing things right. Amelia always makes it so easy.
But there are definitely those moments where I just wonder if we are really messing things up.
Like when all I can think of for dinner is left over mashed potatoes and canned fruit cocktail. I mean...I meant to only give her a little bit of that sugary fruit, while I tried to think of something else a bit healthier. But then she kept saying "MOOORE" and pointing at the container. I tried to tell her that she just couldn't have canned fruit for dinner. And ya know...she did eat a lot of those mashed potatoes (I mean, it is a vegetable, right?)....and well, I just couldn't think of anything else clever to give her.
So we ate the whole can.
Together. Mostly.
We redeemed ourselves a little as we ended up rounding it out with some string cheese, half of which ended up being flung on the floor to the dog. Oh, and we added in some Toasted Os cereal for good measure. Half of which, also ended up on the floor for the dog.
Oh well.
At least the night ended well, with me rocking her and singing her to sleep.
She sang along to the entire 4 songs I sang her, meanwhile sneaking in wet kisses and feeling my teeth.
It was gloriously wonderful.
So I feel a little better now about the fruit cocktail for dinner (who bought that stuff anyways?)
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