Frankie and I had TWO knock-down-drag-out fights yesterday.
She won both.
The doctor was stressing me out the other day about brushing her teeth. I know I'm supposed to brush them after she has milk. I know they will get nasty if I don't. I know I'm a sucky mom because I need a break from making her do new things so I have been letting it go...I know, I know...but OK, you know what? YOU BRUSH THEM.
Since this kid has been adopted, I feel like we've had to get her used to so many foreign things and she's finally at a point where's she's over most everything: We're good on the car seat issue, the high chair issue, the stroller issue, the bottle issue, the formula issue, the bath issue, the clothes changing issue, the grocery cart issue, and almost all other issues she has had to contend with since being adopted...and you know what? You may find this hard to believe, but I really haven't stressed out too much about anything--except the bottle thing in the very beginning. Other than that, I figure everything will happen when it happens, but the teeth brushing thing...well that just isn't going to happen. That is something I have to make happen, and as far as Ms. Frankie J is concerned--it ain't happening.
I don't really know why she hates it so much, but she really hates it. The crying is scary, and annoying because, Hello??? I'm just trying to brush her teeth. OOOOOOOOH. Child abuse.
Fight #2: Water.
The doc also told me the other day that she's supposed to be getting 4 oz a day. To that FJ says: "WHATEVER with your 4 oz a day, Dr. Blah Blah--water sucks." She's not into water. What can I tell you? I figure she'll grow more accustomed to it as time goes on, but in the meantime, she will not be placing many orders for it.
I have tried various temperatures
I've tried all different kinds of sippy cups and bottles
I've let her drink from my water bottle and glass
Yes, to everything...
She'll do a little bit of everything, but there is no way she's getting through 4 oz a day. My next move is to put her in front of Floyd's water bowl to see how that works out.
So, what about the chalk episode?
I put Frankie in the car for a quick trip to Barnes and Noble. I noticed nothing unusual as I strapped her in... until I did something that made her smile. As her lips started to part, this crazy fushia colored drool started coming out of both sides of her mouth. It was kind of scary (though strangely pretty at the same time--I wish my drool was fushia!) Anyway, I started to freak out, threw out a big "What the HELL-lo??" pried open her mouth (insert crying here) and pulled out little pieces of what appeared to be... you guessed it: chalk.
Gross.
Kids are freakin' gross.
I mean, who eats chalk? It's not even good.
But, other than a very cute outfit ruined--no real harm done.
At least none that I can see so far. :)
She won both.
The doctor was stressing me out the other day about brushing her teeth. I know I'm supposed to brush them after she has milk. I know they will get nasty if I don't. I know I'm a sucky mom because I need a break from making her do new things so I have been letting it go...I know, I know...but OK, you know what? YOU BRUSH THEM.
Since this kid has been adopted, I feel like we've had to get her used to so many foreign things and she's finally at a point where's she's over most everything: We're good on the car seat issue, the high chair issue, the stroller issue, the bottle issue, the formula issue, the bath issue, the clothes changing issue, the grocery cart issue, and almost all other issues she has had to contend with since being adopted...and you know what? You may find this hard to believe, but I really haven't stressed out too much about anything--except the bottle thing in the very beginning. Other than that, I figure everything will happen when it happens, but the teeth brushing thing...well that just isn't going to happen. That is something I have to make happen, and as far as Ms. Frankie J is concerned--it ain't happening.
I don't really know why she hates it so much, but she really hates it. The crying is scary, and annoying because, Hello??? I'm just trying to brush her teeth. OOOOOOOOH. Child abuse.
Fight #2: Water.
The doc also told me the other day that she's supposed to be getting 4 oz a day. To that FJ says: "WHATEVER with your 4 oz a day, Dr. Blah Blah--water sucks." She's not into water. What can I tell you? I figure she'll grow more accustomed to it as time goes on, but in the meantime, she will not be placing many orders for it.
I have tried various temperatures
I've tried all different kinds of sippy cups and bottles
I've let her drink from my water bottle and glass
Yes, to everything...
She'll do a little bit of everything, but there is no way she's getting through 4 oz a day. My next move is to put her in front of Floyd's water bowl to see how that works out.
So, what about the chalk episode?
I put Frankie in the car for a quick trip to Barnes and Noble. I noticed nothing unusual as I strapped her in... until I did something that made her smile. As her lips started to part, this crazy fushia colored drool started coming out of both sides of her mouth. It was kind of scary (though strangely pretty at the same time--I wish my drool was fushia!) Anyway, I started to freak out, threw out a big "What the HELL-lo??" pried open her mouth (insert crying here) and pulled out little pieces of what appeared to be... you guessed it: chalk.
Gross.
Kids are freakin' gross.
I mean, who eats chalk? It's not even good.
But, other than a very cute outfit ruined--no real harm done.
At least none that I can see so far. :)
