Bubba had a bite of chicken for dinner last night. One bite of chicken. That's all he could handle before deciding that he really didn't want to sit down in a restaurant. So...Ben and I took turns watching him in the car. He cried and cried, but I think he got the point. We came home, calmed down, got ready for bed, brushed teeth, and off to his crib he went. No snacks, no 2nd dinner. Nothing. Because of that, he went to bed pretty early. We were bracing ourselves for a wake-up every hour or two all night long. It didn't happen. Miraculously, he slept until 5:20 - about 20 minutes before my alarm usually goes off. He went back to sleep, and I had to wake him up at 6, like normal.
He tried to take control back when I let him sit in his booster seat at the table. After giving him the choice of sitting nicely and eating or sitting in his high chair - and several warnings, I had to forcebly sit him in his high chair. But you know what? He ended up eating a pretty good breakfast.
In conclusion, other than a ruined dinner out (but let's face it, with kids, that's bound to happen at least every other time you try), things are going smoothly. Then again, it's just day 1. We have at least 20 more of these before I will declare victory.
I just need to remember that I have to be "mean" in order to give my baby boy my greatest gift as a parent: raising him to be a productive and positive force in our society. It's because I love him so much that I've become the enforcer in his life.
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