Food glorious food

• Picked Miss C up from her new room.
• The staff told me what a great day she had. She slept on her cot, washed her hands like a big girl and just overall did well.
• Her daily report said she ate all her lunch and colored with crayons.
• Got her in the car.
• She started screaming before we got on the interstate.
• Screamed for a good portion of the ride home.
• Slapped her own leg a couple of times in frustration that I would not climb into the back and retrieve all the toys she had thrown.
• Briefly consoled her with a good rendition of 5 Pockets by Joe Wise.
• Got home.
• Daddy made dinner.
• Miss C signed she was hungry but refused to sit in her high chair.
• Sat her in her seat at the dining room table.
• She ate a little and then proceeded to throw the rest.
• Her fork flew across the table.
• Cottage cheese flew on the floor.
• A clump of rice hit her Dad.
• She refused to eat.
• We moved her away from the table.
• Put on her PJs.
• She grabbed her paci and blankey.
• Still wouldn't eat.
• Ate a bite of cottage cheese, then spit it out and threw it.
• Ended our attempts to feed her dinner.
• This day care transition is wearing us out.
• We will survive.