At dinner tonight Honeybee and I were having a typical toddler food standoff. After discussing eating tactics with her pediatrician i realized that I needed to be firm about her eating better foods. My refusal to let her eat goldfish crackers for dinner led to her refusal to eat a small cube of chicken, 1 piece each of broccoli and cauliflower (which by the way she picked) and a half teaspoon of mashed potatoes.
But the doc said that a skipped meal here and there would not be harmful to her health and being hungry might entice her to eat a vegetable or two so I held my ground: no snacks and no treats if she didn't take a bite of her dinner.
Somehow she managed to convince Daddy J to sit on the floor and eat his dinner at the kids size table with her. Honeybee is trying every trick she knows to try to get me to give her something else to eat and progresses to rolling on the floor. She's talking to Daddy and laughing and then is suddenly quiet.
"What's wrong with her?" Daddy J asks me as he can't see her from where she is. I look over at her as he is nudging he with his foot (he still can't see her) and she is face down on the floor. She doesn't respond to being nudged and in an instant I was stricken with a chest crushing fear. I scoop her up I my arms and she is completely limp! Near panic, I call her name several times and she finally makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a whine and squeezes her eyes tighter. I keep trying to get her to respond to me: "Honey what's wrong? Are you ok?"
Then she opens one eye and gives me a look that I recognize all to well when I wake her too early and she says with sheer annoyance "I'm sleeping!"
I love how kids can fall asleep anywhere.