The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
Friday, August 7, 2009
I have an 18-month-old who refuses to eat. Generally, Patrick will have 2-3 days every week or two that he actually eats at least one meal. Otherwise, he does not eat more that a couple of tablespoons of food a day. I'm reaching my wits end. I resorted to physically opening his mouth and trying to force it this afternoon. I realize it's not a good idea, but he's also been unually grumpy the last few days and I wonder if that's due in part to the fact that he's hungry. Ugh. I'm frustrated. I feel like this is a never-ending battle.
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