My baby.

I affectionately refer to her as a menace. I smile and say it to her with my happy mommy/baby voice and she giggles evilly and with much joy that Mommy is obviously saying something funny to her.

I was going to relish my last baby - the baby fuzz head, the sweet baby smell, the tiny baby cuddles. Elliot had her own ideas from the start. She's never been cuddly. She's lovey and likes to be around me, and she wants to be up in my arms, but she won't cuddle. She just wants a perch to look around. She gets angry if I sit down. I am her mommy chariot. If I want to sit with her at the table I had better have some good incentive.

Elliot doesn't eat. At least not anything I try to feed her.

Things she won't eat:
  • meat
  • vegetables
  • boiled eggs
  • noodles
  • potatoes
  • soup
  • pasta sauce
  • rice
  • cantaloupe
  • oranges
  • pineapple
  • honeydew
  • squash
  • did I mention meat and vegetables? Those food groups are pretty much off her list.
Things she will eat:
  • bread
  • cereal
  • milk
  • coffee (she climbs on tables now, you can't leave a cup sitting there)
  • raisins
  • cheese
  • bananas (she's starting to turn her nose up at these)
  • bread
  • bread
  • bread
  • crackers
  • cookies
  • granola bars
  • pudding
  • yogurt
  • strawberries
  • apples
  • watermelon
Notice a trend? A lot of the list of "eats" is snack stuff. Of course she'll eat yogurt, granola bars and pudding. Who wouldn't? She also acts pretty spoiled about it. I'll give her a cracker and instantly the second hand comes up for a second cracker. If I walk away without filling both chubby little fists she howls.

At supper she wants milk. Probably because she's hungry because nothing at the supper table will ever pass her lips. She may take a bite or two of something, but then makes this concentrated look of disgust as she chokes it down before very conspicuously removing the offensive foods from the high chair to the floor one morsel at a time. Then she holds out her cup and bellows. I snap at her to be quiet, at which point she waves her cup and gives me a look of ridicule for not meeting her demands, since I have obviously noticed her and her cup. She bellows again. I take her cup and put it on the table. She kicks her feet and hollers at me, reaching for the cup. She thinks I'm a little daft for not figuring out what she wants, since she's being so very clear about it.

In the morning I feed her cheerios and milk. I don't even bother eating my own cereal until she's done and gone from the table because the minute I put her spoon down for a second to take a bite of my breakfast she screams as though she's being cut off. This is probably due to the fact that she's starving from not eating since lunch the day before. It doesn't matter how full her mouth is, she still panics at the thought of me dropping the shovel.

She's quite a princess. She acts so much more spoiled than she is.

She's also pretty awesome. She may be clingy but not cuddly, but she's also pretty into her mommy. It's to the point where she's a little possessive. She's quite jealous of the attention I give to the other kids. She's annoyed if I try to do dishes or stand at the counter. If I sit on the floor she grins and comes running for a quick hug, before climbing and flopping around on me. She kisses, she wants up, she shows me things, she follows me around in the kitchen and plays at my feet. She shuts drawers and cupboards almost obsessively if I leave them open.

Elliot's got the biggest, most mischievous smile ever.

She's also got the cutest little thick legs and the roundest softest pot belly.

Her personality and diva-ness are larger than life.


Ange said…
She really does have a mischievous smile doesn't she? I just love all your kids so much, they make me smile and laugh and smile and laugh! They are wonderful little people!!! And you can see how much they love their mommy!

Love all the pics of your kids! Beautiful!!!
Tiffany said…
Thanks! Your kids are pretty fun too - it's pretty entertaining when we get all 7 of them together!

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