Me Hold

Mya's own version of "I do it!!!" has been "Me Hold". She is seriously resenting any and all help these days. Last night when we went out for dinner at The Coyote restaurant, she practically dumped an entire glass of ice water down her front because she refused my help. I wanted to hold it down for her so her straw could reach the water level, but, no, she demanded "me hold".

After some increasingly loud yelling, I gave up in my bid to keep her dry and she proceeded to tip the glass up in the air in a water-logged attempt to get it slurped up her straw. She hasn't quite got the important difference between a bottle and a straw. Bottle up in the air to empty, straw aimed down to finish up. Luckily the lid held, but the straw opening still dribbled out quite a bit of water. In a few short seconds she was squirming around and frowning about the puddle she was sitting in.

Speaking of The Coyote, I forgot to share our experience there last time when we took Grandma and Grandpa to the only joint in town. (An excellent one thankfully). They quickly offer complementary nachos and salsa while you're deciding on your order. Mya took to that like a duck to water. One problem - the salsa is slightly hotter than medium hot. She was sucking it up like water, crying and fussing with the heat of it, and then demanding "dip, dip" when we tried to save her from herself. She couldn't stop stuffing it in, yet she was suffering. It took us a few minutes to figure out we could request a mild salsa and then she was in heaven. Last night, we remembered to order the mild salsa up front to avoid the whole demanding diva routine.