Last week we had an interesting evening. It’s one of those times where you want to laugh, but you are so frustrated you don’t. Then when you look back you start laughing and think, OMGOSH kids! What they think of!
Jeremiah I tell you is so interesting. Food and him are not the best friends. It’s not that he’s like picky, and yet he is. He loves pizza btw, and we had pizza on the night he decided to be different.
It started with me cutting up his piece, and then saying Jeremiah it’s on the table, come and eat your pizza. Normally the little boy would come running get in HIS chair and we would pray, then eat. Ahh pleasent. Not always perfect, because well I have Noah to entertain too, you know the one who DOESN”T eat much yet.
Anyways, Jeremiah came up got a bite and then didn’t want anymore. This was odd. “You don’t what any?” “No” Was his reply. I tried everything, singing as I brought the food to his mouth, making the fork a crane, a truck, etc etc. He was rather entertained when I put the pizza in MY mouth as an example to show how YUMMY it was, but once it went to his, nope not going to happen.
After a while I asked why he wouldn’t eat the food. His response? “I scared” umm excuse me? What? “You are scared of the pizza?” “yes” silence.. umm Oook. I explain how pizza isn’t scary, and how he’s had it before, and nope he just scared of pizza.
So we pray (just in case. I mean seriously, WHO knows? He may have had a bad dream *shrug*) then I say so are you still scared of pizza. “Yes” and said more like are you kidding me? of course I am still scared.
Then I say ok well then, how bout you have a fruit bar? butter crackers? Gram crackers? and on and on. Nope, then out comes “I scared food” Oh brother! Whatever was my thought. Now I know you just don’t want to eat, period.
I decided this was a good time to get the bath ready for the boys. As I turned on the water I plopped Noah in (he likes to play with the running water), I said come on Jeremiah, you can take one too.
“No I go eat pizza!” as he runs to the table where his cut pizza is sitting on a plate. Now I am ready to laugh. Ahhh ha!
I looked at him and replied “oh, ok so you want to eat huh?” “yes”. “ok prove it. Eat your pizza.”
low and behold he did, two pieces in fact, and then something else. He turned out to be rather hungry. He still had a bath too.
The things we go through as mommies! (And Daddies) lol