My 7 month pregnant appetite thought a homemade BBQ pizza was in order for dinner tonight. Aron agreed.
Belle did not. My healthy little eater got up from the table, opened the fridge, and brought back her own dinner...Watermelon and Cantaloupe. We'll never make it to 23 lbs at this rate.So I promised her a cupcake if she ate all of her chicken (I at least had enough foresight to leave a serving of chicken off the pizza just for her). She ate every bit of it. I'm not normally a fan of bribing, but when it comes to getting this girl to eat, I loose all dignity!
That's Tuesday in nutshell. Goodnight.