Yesterday started a bit rough, littlest babe had decided his 4 month sleep regression is going to start a week or so early and I’m pretty sure there are some two-year old molars coming through making Ellery extra special to spend long days of her seemingly never-ending Spring break.
While I was trying to bounce Everett, Ellery decided she wanted a banana. Not just any banana, but the baby bananas we found at Whole Foods. I have to admit, they are adorable, organic and perfectly sweet. I peeled it and handed it to her. My mistake. I’d completely forgotten her new obsession with peeling said baby bananas. This peeled banana just wasn’t going to do. So, I agreed to eat it and get her a new one to peel. Except the last baby banana we had was slightly brown on the outside (perfectly fine inside) and that wasn’t going to work. Tears, frustration slowly building, as I share the news that that baby banana is the last one we had. She then decided a big banana would be okay. I go through the check list in my mind-don’t peel, make sure there are the perfect amount of markings on the rind, hand over and wait for her to be done peeling where I will then take the scraps and throw them away. Done. This should earn me two minutes of sitting with Everett before he needs to eat. Nope, she has decided THIS time, I can peel it for her. Fine, I take the peel, rip it off and the tiniest little piece of banana comes off the end. I quickly throw it away with the rind and pretend it’s the most perfect banana I’ve ever seen in my life, ever. Ha. Of course she noticed and of course without that little end piece, this banana is POISON. Meltdown ensues.
I actually began to laugh, out loud, because it could not have become more ridiculous and out of hand. You have to laugh, because otherwise, you’d cry. No, seriously.
I hate bananas but I do love the shirt above and so does Ellery. You can find it here.