Here's a shocker: I've got the world's worst sweet tooth.
I'd hoped I wouldn't pass it to Riley by :
1. (Somewhat) limiting my sweets consumption during pregnancy. (Assuming peanut m&m's don't count as sweets...)
2. Keeping all sweets from her until her first birthday.
3. Offering her stuff like clementines and cottage cheese more than cookies and chocolate.
Another shocker: It's not working.
Case in point: Sunday afternoon,* Riley & I made oatmeal raisin chocolate-chip cookies. The same cookies that, back in my days as a working stiff, always made my co-workers pretty darn happy. They made Riley pretty darn happy, too.
And then they made her CRAZY,** especially when I limited her to two spoonfuls of dough and three cookies.***
Uh yeah, the girl likes her sugar.
*Yes, I wear pajama bottoms on Sunday afternoons.
**By crazy I mean whiny, demanding, and generally cranky.
***C'mon, that's not overly strict, is it?