Cursed

I have been having some serious trouble posting lately. Not for lack of trying either. It just seems that every time I sit down and try to blog my camera wont upload pictures, the pictures are nowhere to be found, or my children try to kill each other (or me). It is really putting a funk in my venting.

I'm no dummy. People can only take so many picture-less posts before they start to lose interest. My apologies. I am doing my best to entertain you but my camera isn't cooperating.

Emmeline has been try to once again keep me guessing by deciding she wanted to eat. I say wanted because I'm pretty sure she has changed her mind, again. She did great for ab out a week eating as much cheese as she could get her hands on. then she moved to cheese and peanut butter cups. I tried really hard to not get attached to the idea of her eating again but I of course did. A big difference this time is that she would object if I tried to tube feed her. I think this new development made me hope we had turned a corner. Apparently not. I have caught myself feeding her at meal times even though she hasn't asked for food. Or telling her she had to choose food or alone time. Blerg. I hate it when I realize I'm doing something I said I wasn't gong to do. It's hard when you want something from someone so bad but they aren't ready or willing to give it too you. I am not patient and trying to move past it is hard. At least she wanted to and for those glorious 2 weeks she did it. I had my first taste of pump free sleep and packing snacks in the diaper bag. It was fun.

I dream of one day staying up late talking about boys while sharing junk food. Or taking my daughter out to her graduation dinner. Or watching her eat her wedding cake.