Toddler Meals. Because Toddler's are WEIRD.

A quick run down of the first half of our day...

1. Up most of the night before with feverish baby boy, 6 month old shots were not his friend. It took Infant Tylenol, walking, bouncing, swaying, cuddling, tickling, laughing, tears, songs, and two full renditions of "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service.
2. Thrasher showed up to tear apart out basement (for good reason). By this time tomorrow we will have one VERY waterproofed basement, with a brand spanking new sump pump!
3. Babies and I went to In-laws house to get away from the deafening jack hammering that was about to happen. Lots of playing and cartoon watching. Tiny Viking got her hands in some Play-doh for the first time and had a blast!
4. Pizza was bought for lunch. YUM. 
5. NO homework done, like I had planned... -_-
6. One very long nap for an exhausted little girl.

Then...

I heard Cassie's little feet hit the floor after her nap, followed by a lot of rustling. She walks out to the living room moments later, sweaty bed head, sleepy eyes and BOTH of her purses. Because you can not just have one. Her baby brother is asleep in my arms having just moments before given up the fight to stay awake. She hands me one purse and sets the other onto the ottoman in front of me. She plays with the buttons making her Fisher Price Laugh and Learn My Pretty Learning Purse sing to her. Then turns to take the one back that she had handed me. Pulls out the change purse, sets it aside. Pulls out the butterfly glasses, and puts them on, crooked. Grabs the phone next and tries to press it's fake sticker buttons. This is only one of her MANY phones and this one doesn't even make noise, it is quickly set aside. I fight to get her to turn around for a picture because the whole scene is just TOO adorable for me. She frowned at me because she wanted her compact open, NOT a picture.

Ten minutes into playing she turns around and says, "Eat."

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Eat." She said again, nodding her head vigorously.

I spend another 10-15 minutes offering her everything I can think of for dinner. Every offer she responds with, "No." So, I go into the freezer and grab the box of frozen waffles which is one of a small list of always (OK. almost always) a yes. "Cookie!"

"No. Waffles."

"Waffle!"

I toast two waffles, in case one isn't enough and proceed to pull out the extra Hebrew National hot dog I grilled for myself for just this reason last night. She sees what's in the container and immediately wants it, even though she has already turned down hot dogs.

And, that was the start of her weirdest meal, to date (I add this because the skies the limit with this child! She eats almost anything).

1 Hot dog, minus the one bite I managed
1/2 of a Blueberry waffle, with the tiniest drizzle of syrup
Hummus with carrot sticks
Milk



Because. Toddlers.

And, Toddles are WEIRD.