Yep. There was a showdown at the OK Corral this week. I corralled our Little One Feather, with the hopes of victory over the bottle.
People always say choose your battles wisely. I agree. I have never, ever, ever fought over food. I choose sleep. Eat what you will, as long as you sleep. (Of course, I'm not fool hearty, what available makes a difference too.)
But we all know by now, the victory of an uninterrupted night for Holly (and me!) begins and ends with food. If she doesn't eat, she is hungry and that can only mean the bottle all night long. So the battle lines were drawn this Thursday: One hot dog bite or else.
She had been chewing and spitting out food all week. Not really eating much of anything. On Thursday morning, I put her little table and chair near our time out chair. And the battle commenced. 30 mins of spitting out hotdogs and time out, and finally one bite. Chewed and swallowed.
Was it really a victory? I think so. She has eaten better since. And today took a half a hot dog in about three bites and wanted more. Hopefully tonight will be a good night for both of us, one bottle and bedtime. I can dream right?