I blame Adam's genetics, he blames mine...but Ainsley may be one of the more stubborn kids on the face of the earth. The most common battle is food. Simply put, she doesn't like to eat anything. Ok, she likes fruit and cereal. That's about it. So we're trying the "she eats what we put in front of her or she eats nothing". That's a fun lesson for everyone. How's it going? Horribly. One day last week the only food she ate all day was lunch. She refused eggs for breakfast (which she ate tons of just a month ago! I even put syrup on it to appeal to her sweet tooth!) and I took these pictures about 3 hours later. She stood at the pantry door, doing the sign language for "eat" while saying, "Me. Eat. Pwease" Over and over again! Augh. look at that face. I kept offering the eggs, but she wouldn't even try them. She was pitiful. But, I stayed strong and didn't give in. Notice she never even dropped her purse...it was that hard on her!
I finally pulled her away from the door and this was her two minutes later- happily playing with the lens cap.
She ate a great lunch an hour later, but then refused dinner totally. It was pizza, for cryin' out loud. What kid doesn't eat pizza? I guess mine...
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I vividly remember sitting at the table with a plate of lima beans in front of me that I refused to eat. I WISH someone had made me eat pizza. Hang in there. :-)
we have the same battle all the time! we often have battles over pizza or mac and cheese or grilled cheese... things he loves one day and refuses the next. hang in there. it gets better (or so i'm told!)
Oh the joys of the terrible twos and power struggles---and I will have to check w/Muriel-but she looks just like Erica--so Adam may be off the hook!
Mom
Gotta say, I remember a few long dinners that ended (for me at least) with Erica sitting in front of some cold meatloaf...
That stubborn/food thing has a root in the Martin side. Good luck.
You could change the name to Ethan and that would describe most of my days. All he wants is chocolate 24/7. (like that's gonna happen)
We never won that battle. Krista is now eight. I do claim victory because she is polite, well behaved, and she still lets me help her pick out clothing (thank the lord). She is just a picky eater. As her doctor reminded me last visit, there are worse things in life.
She once held out for two days, that is when we caved. TWO DAYS!
Good Luck!
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