Tonight at dinner we had another battle time. I took the first round, but I didn't last too long. So then Daddy stepped in and took over for the rest of the time. We were eating Cheesy Chicken Spaghetti for dinner and everyone else liked it - even Aulora ate it. But Julia wanted nothing to do with it. I told her she had to try ONE bite - that's all. I'm such an abusive mother, I know.
It went on for soooo long and it was so absolutely ridiculous. I wanted to cry and laugh all at the same time! She would not eat that stupid bite.
Everyone else was finished eating.......Daddy and Julia were still at the table.
I had time to clean up the kitchen.......They were still there.
I got Aulora ready for bed..........They were still there.
I got John David ready for bed.........They were STILL there.
Finally, I saw John hold her down and force her mouth open to take the bite. She did eat it, but still claimed she didn't like it. In the process she somehow ended up with pasta on her face. (If you can't see it good in the picture, just click on it and you'll see it enlarged.) She had such a bad attitude that John made her continue sitting in the chair without cleaning it off of her. That did NOT make her happy. I know I probably shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist taking a picture of that moment. I would have really loved to take one during the whole forced feeding session, but I had enough sense not to do that. If she turns out to be picky, I will have proof that we at least tried our best to make sure she wasn't picky. Oh, I pray she will not end up being a picky eater. I just think that's a horrible way to live.
Anyway, she ended up being repentant and has been a sweet angel the rest of the night. It's always amazing to me how wonderfully sweet she is after discipline. The harsher the discipline the sweeter she is. Especially if John is the one handing it out. She really stays close to him for awhile. You would think it would be the other way around. I think that's a testament to how good of a disciplinarian John is. I'm so glad he is, because I am not......
slightly off subject...you should post your cheesy chicken spaghetti recipe or at least send it to me in an email.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you got it on camera. The story wouldn't have been the same without a picture to go with.
One observation. Did you guys have plans today. Do you really dress J. up like that everyday. Man, oh, man, your good.
By the way. We won't be at storytime tomorrow. We have a couple of appts.
LOL... i was going to leave a comment asking you the same thing: does she always just look so adorable? but i thought it was inappropriate with the situation, but meems asked first. =P
ReplyDeleteand she's only 3??? Heaven hellp you! Is that a streak of stubbornness???? lol
ReplyDeleteI can truly laugh at this cuz I have Picky, Mickey, & Moe that just won't eat right! They claim they're alergic to vegetables. They won't touch anything without the word "dog" or "patty" attached to it.
What I've started doing is just to go ahead and fix whatever I like and if they don't like it, then there's always pb&j. You'd be surprised how fast they tire of that and are a little more willing to try other things.
PS - I want your cheesy chkn sketti receipe too!! ;)
The solution to all things behavior-related...
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I guess I think if I keep saying it, SOMEONE will finally listen!
When I was 2 or 3 we were having ham and my mom said I did the very same thing. I would not eat a bite and my daddy made me sit there until 10 at night and he made me take a bite somewhere in that time. I fell asleep in my chair and at 2 in the morning I got up to go to the bathrooom. Mama said while I was on the pot half asleep I started to chewing on something. She dug it out of my mouth and it was that bite of ham. She chewed my dad out and told him I never had to eat anything I didn't want to again! But at the same time I was a very picky eater until about 10 years ago!
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