|I'm just going to drink this so it looks like I'm eating.|
Except when he won't.
Lately, dinner has become a battle. And, if I'm being completely honest, almost every meal has become a battle. He didn't suddenly wake up one day and become picky; he woke up one day and decided he had much better things to do than eat. It doesn't matter what I make - if I serve him grilled cheese or stir fry - he would much rather screw around than touch one bite of it. If he tells me he's hungry and asks me for macaroni and cheese, he's suddenly no longer hungry when I hand him his bowl of steaming Sponge Bob shaped noodles. You see, he's too busy making up silly songs, spinning around on the table, pretending he has to go to the bathroom, and throwing a fit to eat. I mean, really, who has time to eat anyway.
So, now it's become a game. A game where we have to talk about how many bites he has to eat of each item; a game of how many times he can sneak away from the table before he gets a timeout; a game of how many different threats can I make before he actually just eats the damn food. And, it's exhausting. I'm tired of waiting almost an hour for him to eat his six bites of chicken, five bites of peas, and three more bites of rice while I continually remind him that if he sings with food in his mouth he will choke. I'm sick of having to set a timer (yep, a timer) to give him a limit on how long he has to finish eating something before there is a serious consequence. I'm done with putting him in time-out seven times before he finally eats his last TWO bites of pizza.
|I'm not even gonna eat this ice cream!|
So, somehow, some way, I'm determined to find a way to get him to sit, eat, and be done in under 30 minutes without all the games and without having to negotiate how many bites he's taking of each item on his plate. I'm also trying to figure out how to get money to grow on trees. I'll let you know how they both turn out.