As if PK's rejection of food and bottle weren't bad enough, I've also had to deal with a new meal-time development: fidgeting in her high chair.
When PK's not eating, she wreaks havoc in her high chair. I have a glass-top round table in my kitchen, and in order to keep the glass from scratching, I have a tablecloth on top of it. The tablecloth is nice and used to belong to my grandmother, so I have a placemat in front of PK's high chair, in case I spill food in that area. First of all, PK can't sit still in her high chair once a meal is done. She needs to play. So I usually give her a bunch of toys that I attach to her high chair so that she can amuse herself while I eat. I guess she's bored with her toys now, because she has decided that her placemat is the coolest toy ever. And she'll go through great lengths to get to it. She has learned to reach over and tug on the tablecloth in order to get to her placemat. This makes me very nervous, because I've usually either got a glass of juice on that table and/or her glass bottle with formula. Not good. Not only that, she has also learned how to stand on the footrest of her high chair. I think I'm going to have to start using the high chair seatbelt again. I'd stopped using it so that I could pull her out of the chair more quickly in case she was choking.
Once I take away all of the things that she likes PK throws a little tantrum. I have to eventually put her in her pack-and-play in the living room, so that she has more room to play. If you're wondering why I don't bring this into the kitchen, it's because I have to go up 5 steps to get to my kitchen from the living room, and I use the pack-and-play to plop her down before we go out.
I suppose that all this fidgetiness is actually a good thing. It means that PK is active and healthy and doesn't want to be tied down for long periods of time (you can imagine that if she's this fidgety in her high chair, she's even WORSE in her stroller). It just means that I'm absolutely POOPED at the end of the day...
This week, mealtimes have gotten a bit better again, though they haven't been fuss-free. I still have to sometimes sing to her to get her to open her mouth. Getting PK to take her bottle is still a challenge, but I've adapted and am now making sure that I either give her a bottle about an hour before lunch or dinner, or just give her a smaller bottle with her meals (I know it doesn't quite add up, but it seems to work).
The only thing I can think of that is making her so fussy about eating is that maybe there's another tooth coming in. She's had the occasional rosy cheeks and drool. Last week, I even found her to be a bit warmer than usual (though no fever). I've been poking my finger in her mouth almost daily to look for signs of a new tooth, but I haven't seen one so far. Poking my finger into PK's mouth has become increasingly challenging these days, since she likes to chomp down on my finger. One time, she even drew blood near my cuticle.