I wrote about Hope’s progress this morning. Sigh. There went my day. Today was a snow day here, like most other places. Hope chose today to brush up on her Chinese water torture skills. Not any one thing that I couldn’t handle on autopilot. It was the continuous parade of just stepping over the line that had worn me out. She almost always chooses dinner for her best up-your-nose stunts. I haven’t figured out what it is about the third meal of the day that is so irresistible. It doesn’t matter what is served, she simply won’t eat. Tonight, after playing with her food for over twenty minutes without getting a reaction, she spit all over the food on her plate. I took GB upstairs to start our medicine and bedtime routine and left the Dad to deal with Hope. It is hard to believe how tired I am.