We're having a big problem over here. Now you're going to read this and just laugh, but I am seriously at the end of the rope. Emily throws her food and milk on the floor. We're not talking once a day, or even twice a day, but at least 5-10 times a day. Who cares, right? Just clean up the mess and move on. This is what I've been telling myself every day of this year. I've always embraced suffering as a essential part of daily life that brings me closer to Christ. But I've had enough. I feel like I've tried everything. Timeout 20 times a day. Ignoring her. Raising my voice. Letting her choose when she wants her milk and then taking it right back. Disapproving looks. Making her clean up the mess. Pretending to cry (there may have been real tears!). The list goes on and on. Obviously this child needs nutrition, and I wish I could say that she's spoiled rotten and eats cake and soda all day and that's the cause of the refusal of the healthy food. Obviously this child doesn't want to sit in her highchair, and I wish I could ignore the very strict "eat at the table" rule at this house. Obviously this child doesn't understand the meaning of no or whatever we tell her all day in timeout, and I wish her speech therapist who comes once a week could magically make her comprehend and speak. I need help. I have mopped the floor literally 7000 times in 2 months. Every single sippy cup has broken. I'm too pregnant to do this. If you have any ideas, please post a comment!!! If not...just pray for my sanity:) I'm about to board the crazy-train.