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Monday, June 7, 2010
This is the one
Do you see this sweet, adorable-looking little boy?
Yeah, this one. With the innocent smile?
(I know, not the greatest pic, but it helps me make my point.)
This is the child that is going to make my hair turn gray.
This is the child that is going to keep me awake at night worrying.
This is the child that, at times, can be the most loving, caring, wonderful boy in the world ... giving me endless hugs and kisses and lots of love.
And the next minute can be a complete terror that makes me want to rip my hair out ... demanding and whining and fighting and being completely defiant.
Especially lately ... we've been having supper time battles.
Every. stinkin'. night. Ugh!
He refuses to eat. Not because he's not hungry. But because I (we - Doug and I both) want him to eat.
He sits there, arms crossed, bottom lip sticking out, often times crying, refusing to eat. Screaming, "I hate brocolli!" "Not coleslaw!" "I don't want chicken!" etc., etc. etc.
We've tried everything (or just about everything). We've asked nicely, explained, begged, pleaded, bribed, threatened, punished ... you name it, we've probably done it. And yet he refuses.
We've withheld snacks and drinks after nap/before dinner. We've refused to let him have a before-bed snack if he doesn't eat his dinner. We've told him he was going to have to eat his supper for breakfast the next day if he didn't eat.
He just doesn't care. Well, that's not entirely true. If he didn't care, he wouldn't sit there crying and whining and pitching a fit like he does.
But still, almost every night, he gives us a hard time at the dinner table. Most nights, everyone else is done and moved on to other things, and he is still sitting there. Refusing to eat.
And then 10 minutes after we are done with dinner, he asks for a snack. Ugh! (Of course, we refuse).
I'm at my wit's ends with it all.
So I'm looking for advice here. Anyone else have this problem? If so, how did you remedy it? Is this just part of being a 4-year-old? Can you give me some advice so I don't strangle him? I'm kidding ... I wouldn't really strangle him. Maybe. :)
Seriously, I am to the point where I hate sitting down for supper with my family. That's not a good thing. I would sacrifice eating hot food in order to have a nice, quiet, peaceful meal ... alone.