Today I have a guest blogger! Neva from Mostly Flummoxed has kindly written today's post! She has a great blog, and if you don't already, you should go read it.
So welcome Neva!
Do you have kids? Yes? Well, then answer me this, do your kids have these weird quirks? I know, silly question. Of course, everyone’s kids have them. And as a mother, we are the keepers of quirks. Those quirks that are alive and well and those that have faded away, “we are the keeper of lost” quirks (sorry I had to borrow Jewel’s line from Pulp Fiction).
So as I was fixing my girls cereal this morning, I had a flashback to a previous quirk my oldest daughter had. It was such a strong flashback that I thought, “Wait, I shouldn’t have poured the milk in her bowl!” Then I remembered, oh yea, she drinks milk now. See as a baby she nursed like a crazy person, then as a toddler she drank cows milk like it was going out of style. Then she developed some sensitivities, we thought it might be to dairy so we switched her to soy milk. Well, no it turned out it wasn’t milk but something else that was the problem. But by then she didn’t want cows milk. She said she was allergic! She refused milk. All milk. Even soy. Oh, but she would drink CHOCOLATE milk (imagine that?).
No milk on her cereal, dry please. No cheese on her sandwich, just meat. And then one day, poof! She was drinking milk again, not in great quantities mind you. But at least it wasn’t a big deal anymore.
Now my youngest, she had a period o f only wanting to eat turkey sandwiches. Morning, noon, and night. “What do you want to eat, Zo?” “Tuah-keee samitch!!” For like, a year and a half turkey. We could pass off ham and deli chicken as turkey too, thank goodness.
Now, thankfully that phase is long gone. I mean, she was starting to sprout little feathers on her elbows!
Lets see…what else? Oh, Zo is a particular dresser. It was ONLY dresses for her for a looong time. And they had to be long, like to the floor. Then it switched to jeans with embellishments. I can hardly keep up!
My oldest, B, likes mismatched socks. Do NOT, I repeat, do not give her a pair of matched socks. She even prefers one short and one long. Hey, it makes my mornings easier, most days I just grab two socks and chuck ‘em at her.
And for those of you who have nursed a baby into toddler hood…did you have a child that preferred one side over another? My B would get angry if I suggested she nurse on my left at certain times of the day.
“Whoa! Hey kid, THESE are mine! Get it?” (Of course, I only said that in my head, if I said it out loud it might anger the baby, and you do NOT want to anger the baby!)
And how about the time that my baby would only allow us to change her diaper while she stood up! Come on Moms, give me a show of hands…How many of you can change a diaper on a standing, wiggling, poop covered ba by? Right on! Put that on your resume one day.
We have also had the I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER. I love pickles. I love and only love my princess nightgown/day dress. I love my Easter high-heeled sparkly shoes. I love my bathing suit and wear it all day. I only want non-spicy, pink toothpaste, then I only want baking soda toothpaste. All lovely quirks in their own right.
So what kind of kid quirks do you have to deal with?
Neva at Mostly Flummoxed
Thanks again Neva! You'll have to come back soon!