Maddie makes the biggest mess while eating. All I seem to do these days is pick up food off the floor. We’re talking on hands and knees wiping down the tiles. Of course I want her to eat independently. Gain those life skills so I’m not neatly spoon feeding her and wiping her hands when she’s 21. But I do wish sometimes, when I’m hunched over and my hands are cramping from scrubbing, that the process could be a bit tidier.
I was trying to remember if I went to such lengths with Warren when he was this age. I couldn’t recall doing more than a quick wet Swiffer wipe down at the end of the day. The difference? There is only one: Warren eats (almost) everything and Maddie does not. He didn’t make a big mess because he ate every last bite. Maddie seems to have other plans for food.
I wouldn’t flat out say she’s picky. Let’s call it particular. As with many things, the girl knows what she wants and if she doesn’t want it, PLOP. On the floor it goes. This can be said for things she actually likes, too. One second she’ll be happily munching away on some grapes and the next it’ll be food for the garbage can. But I believe in try, try again so I continue to serve her things she’s pooh-poohed, hoping that one day she’ll change her mind. And she has, for most things. And for the others? Let’s just say I’m not above scooping them off the floor and putting them on her tray for round 2. After all, I know personally that the ground is sanitized.
Maybe I should buy stock in Clorox for all those wet wipes I use…