Food is a constant battle in our household. We put a small amount of food on Danielle's plate. She takes a half an hour and doesn't eat it. And then she moans that she's hungry. Right now she's sitting in the bathtub having hysterics, all because she didn't eat five bites of meat.
It's a silly battle. But I refuse to let her have dessert when she hasn't made the attempt to eat. She thinks that if she can outwait me, and outcry me, she'll get what she wants. And it doesn't work that way.
And so we battle. Constantly. And tonight, while she's exhausted because she didn't sleep well last night and refused to nap today, she's battling harder than ever. Soon I'll have to go wash her (because she's dumping water out of the tub as a part of the tantrum) and just put her into bed and listen to her scream for a while. It's not going to be a good night.Posted by Deb Atwood at September 07, 2003 06:38 PM | TrackBack