I figure I better put numbers on this title because I have a lot of confessing to do! Hopefully, I will not lose track of my numbering system and hopefully the numbers will stop somewhere before infinity.
My 16-month old loves chocolate. No, she adores chocolate. No, she's addicted to chocolate! Well, it's not my fault. (Can you tell I am a little defensive on this issue?) She has been like this since before she was born.
Let me explain. I have never been much of a chocolate fiend. An occasional hot fudge sundae or brownie or a warm cup of hot cocoa was about the extent of my chocolate adventures. My husband always knew better than to buy me a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day!
But here comes little Missy in pregnancy number 2. I was craving chocolate edibles all the time, morning, noon and night. Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Brownie Fudge became my constant companion. The only reason that I did not eat chocolate for breakfast was because of my son who would wonder if his Mommy had lost her mind.
After giving birth to the little girl, I continued the cravings for the sweet taste of chocolate until that time that I could feel my pregnancy/newborn hormones dropping and my old self coming back. I will never forget getting myself a couple of scoops of my favorite chocolate brownie concoction and thinking, "This does not taste quite right."
Of course I kept eating and proceeded to have the mother of all stomachaches that lasted late into the night. What was I thinking downing that much chocolate in one sitting? So you see, she was born a chocolate addict! It's not my fault, really it isn't. (I don't want to hear anything about how I protest too much either.)
Fast forward several months. C of course has discovered chocolate by this time and anything he has, his sister wants. We tried to hide chocolate from her as long as we could but the Christmas candy presents just ruined it. I do not need to tell you how much of a struggle we had at Easter!
So I thought "I will just let her have one piece. I will just brush her 8 little teeth afterwards." Bad idea. For an addict, one is never enough. The screaming fit that ensued when I refused to grant little Missy another piece of chocolate was nothing short of fabulous. I was surprised Child Protective did not come and take her away. She has now raised a fit about chocolate every night since Easter and each night I have given her one piece.
Oh well. That's it. The first of my mommy confessions.
Stay tuned for more.