Ahh, strawberries @$%#...

Yesterday was not a good day. The worst part was her demanding strawberries. I can't blame her. She was hungry. She wanted something to eat. I was running out of snack ideas. Cheese puffs weren't cutting it anymore.

I had spent the morning trying desperately to think of healthy snacks ideas that weren't as loaded with fat as meat, cheese or chips. Fruits and veggies have always been my personal parenting snack choice. I had even to gone to the boards I frequent looking for help but there was none to be found. Ciara's strange new diet confounded everyone that morning. So there we were, me frustrated by an unsuccessful search and her wanting strawberries. We didn't even have any strawberries in the house. We were both sitting on the kitchen floor crying. Ciara ended up with corn chips. I guess they are that much different form cheese puffs. Tantrum now quelled we were able to get her dear sister off to kindergarten. Upon returning I learned that she will eat a "pizza" made of corn tortilla, olive oil, ham and mozzarella.

The day ended with a trip to the local health food store. We picked up some corn cake thins, rice cakes seemed awfully big for her little mouth, unsweetened peanut butter, rice puff cereal and quinoa pasta. Oh, and my favorite find, Dextrose powder. I felt better. It was a start.

Today went better. She liked the rice puffs and ate a fair handful along aside her egg. We went to friends house for the day and my idea of feeding her 10 minutes before the other girls actually worked. They were having pizza, real pizza. Ciara had rice, chicken, corn and spinach. But she ate so much of it before the others started on the pizza she was satisfied with only a few bites of the toppings, yay! She loves the corn thins too. I put peanut butter on one, which she didn't eat, but the other girls did. I don't know if she cares but I like that the others want some of her snacks.

So today has ended with me thinking "I can do this." I know every day won't end that way, there will be more crying on the kitchen floor. But we will figure this out. We can do it because we have to.