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It’s official. I give up.

Once upon a time, I knew this little girl who was so enamoured with everything new, tastes, textures, colours, that she often had to be told to slow down for fear of choking on that which made her so very happy. She shovelled each chubby handful in, one after the other, double fisting lasagna, alfredo’d pasta, rice, avocado and yam. This little girl used to eat butter chicken, vegetarian thin-crust pizza, and jambalaya, FFS.

This little girl is no longer.

It started off so innocently. First, she tired of bread (and it’s rougher counterpart, toast), but since crackers, bagels and moist loaves of banana-y goodness were still devoured, it was okay. Then went out most other forms of bread products, so that only crackers and banana loaf remained favoured, with bagels and tortillas being a seldom accepted possibility.

Then went the cheese. And the potatoes. And the anything that is touching something else. And then the (for the most part) anything mixed together. And finally, the one that really hurts, the anything piled on top of something else.

Now, dinner is the only meal I really enforce – everything else is grazing. This one little meal a day? Has become me bashing my head against a wall while she refuses to try nearly anything – even foods she’s loved for nearly two years. So, since I am not that mom who will make two different (or more) meals for my testy toddler, I resign my duties.

Let her graze. Let her subsist on the protein sources she’s willing to take in. Let her eat avocado and meatballs for dinner everynight, as long as they’re served on a plate, split extremely apart. I quit.

I quit trying to make meals that I know she’d love if she’d only try one damn bite. Or meals that are ultra healthy just like she ate three months ago. Or hell, even easy ones, based on time saving, the ratio of clean to dirty dishes and the exact necessity of a bath for her before bedtime.

I am spent. And you know what really sucks about this?

I totally jinxed myself – by talking about having the kid who would eat anything, whether spicy or bland, hot or cold, healthy or not-so-much. And I took pleasure in having that kid – knowing that a lot of my peers did not. I did this to myself, really.

I guess now I will pay for it in constant snack retrieval.

It’s 2:40pm and I’m sitting in a coffeeshop. We won’t discuss why, okay? If you’re on twitter, I tweeted about it. (are those the appropriate verbages?). And I might have no minutes, or I might have an abundance, I’m not sure, so might as well hammer out a post for this evening, right? Since I have two other posts to write for another blog, and then, maybe, I should you know, write some more of the damn novel.

So, various not-so-important items on the agenda…

Blog design: Have you seen all of the changes this one’s gone through, design-wise? Seems like I’m flipping and sitting up until 3am retweaking it, every four weeks or so. But, I’m going to learn it, like the back of my hand, this coding business that goes along with design concepts. And I want guinea pigs. So, five people - four of which have spoken up, so really one more person - will get new designs, if they want em. Anyone interested? Update: Five people, five blogs, five guinea pigs. This is going to be fun!

Advertising: I’m going to try an experiment, since I loved what Rachel did in October so much. I’m going to donate all of Mommy is Moody’s ad revenue to a charity each month, for the next three months, beginning in December. I’ll also be throwing a button in the sidebar once we’re live, with a direct link to the charity of the month, so that should you click through, you could donate too and steal said button and look all giving and stuff. Regardless, I want people talking about this. Not me, but that all they have to do to help, is click on over here. December’s charity will be something in regards to suicide prevention. I’ll tell y’all why a little later on.

Words: Also in relation to advertising, I have another favour to ask. After those three initial months of ad revenue displacement, I’m going to be looking for private advertisers. And this is where you come in – I want to put up a page for wooing. And on this page, I want to include your opinion. Yes, I’m asking for a testament, of sorts – why you read and comment, what it is that might make this place a little special. I feel god awful asking for it – like I’m asking for ego strokes. But yeah, it’s genius, and I know a few women that it’s been golden for. Remember, the more ads I can get up, the more money we can give away. If you want to contribute any words, please email me.

Business closed. But let me leave you with this, the most descriptive photo of Isobel, ever: