My boy has a bit of a stubborn streak. If he feels like it, he'll forego all things that he loves to make a point: He does not want to eat what we want him to eat. He'll skip cookies, he'll skip his binky, he'll even give up bath and cuddle time. Such was his fate Saturday night. No dinner. Not one bite. But I think we had a break through last night. It might have been a mistake on our part...
Bubba asked for pizza for dinner. It was kind of a catch-all dinner (as we cooked chicken spanish stew and chili and also had some pizza leftover from this weekend), so each person got to choose what we ate. Except after the pizza was warmed up and ready to go, he refused to eat it. There was a pile of cookies on the counter that Ben had baked earlier. Bubba decided he wanted crackers, juice and cookies for dinner. Yeah, sounds great. After pizza. No pizza? No cookies. Crushed, he sat in his seat for a long time. Long enough to almost finish his juice and spill the rest over his pizza. "Soggy pizza, Mom. I can't eat that," he seemed to plead with his eyes. "No pizza? No cookies," was the reply. Poor little man. I sat with him in the kitchen reading my book.
He ended up eating his soggy pizza. What a trooper! His enthusiasm earned him 2 cookies (they were small). After that, he was all sugar rush crazy. He had a bath, which can usually act to calm him down. It had the opposite effect last night. He scurried around the apartment, chatting nonsensically, tossing a ball into the air, playing piano, talking non stop. What happened? Cookies, even an hour and a half before bed, produced unpredictable results. We finally got him into bed, where he tossed, turned, talked and sang until he finally drifted off to sleep.
And you know what? That boy slept all night. Again. It was wonderful.
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