Oatmeal. Apparently.
Mama and Sam and I had a fight today. He has developed an unfortunate habit of asking for food - particularly food that has to be prepared in some way - and then not touching it. We've told him many a time that he just can't do that; today was the day we backed that up.
He asked for some instant oatmeal, so Julie gave him some. He balked. Completely. To make a long story short, it was two and a half hours of him asking for various foods and us saying no. He wailed, we yelled, he cried, we ignored him, Sam and went back and forth with "I want an apple." "Eat your oatmeal." "No!" "Then you can't have an apple." "...I want an apple." for a good ten minutes.
We made pancakes, and ate them in front of him, while he stared at the single last spoonful that we were asking him to eat.
I don't feel bad about that.
It may have been a texture thing, as when he finally ate it in little teeny bites, he seemed pretty happy with it. One thing is for sure; I'm not making him anymore oatmeal.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Best Thing Ever
Want to know the best thing ever? Take a sheet or blanket or towel and throw it over your head. Better yet, get someone else to throw it over your head.
If you asked Joey, I'm not sure he could come up with anything better.
About a week ago, he started playing that game at bedtime. I'd throw a blanket over him, and he would shriek with glee, do little dances, and eventually spin until he got dizzy and fell over. Then he would crawl away and come charging back to do it all again. He now will run to the bed, grab the blanket and bury his face in it, then look at me and say, "Again!"
Man, and I thought three-year-olds were easily entertained.
If you asked Joey, I'm not sure he could come up with anything better.
About a week ago, he started playing that game at bedtime. I'd throw a blanket over him, and he would shriek with glee, do little dances, and eventually spin until he got dizzy and fell over. Then he would crawl away and come charging back to do it all again. He now will run to the bed, grab the blanket and bury his face in it, then look at me and say, "Again!"
Man, and I thought three-year-olds were easily entertained.
Where Did That Come From??
(At supper last night)
Mama: I like strawberries.
Sam: No, you like penises.
... wow.
Mama: I like strawberries.
Sam: No, you like penises.
... wow.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Two New Boys
I don't know what caused it exactly, but the week after Sam was sick was phenomenal. Our two boys, who had been, quite frankly, a pain in the butt for weeks, were completely changed.
Where Sam had been tending towards truculence, recalcitrance and sullenness, all of sudden he was happy and helpful, eager to listen, polite and an absolute joy to be with.
Joey, who had been secretly replaced with a yelling homunculus, was now pleasant, reasonably quiet except when he was particularly happy (his general yell now is, "Yay!") and an absolute joy to be with.
They - and consequently, I - slept terribly, but I would honestly trade sleep for the two of them like that any day. It's weeks like that that make everything totally worth it.
Where Sam had been tending towards truculence, recalcitrance and sullenness, all of sudden he was happy and helpful, eager to listen, polite and an absolute joy to be with.
Joey, who had been secretly replaced with a yelling homunculus, was now pleasant, reasonably quiet except when he was particularly happy (his general yell now is, "Yay!") and an absolute joy to be with.
They - and consequently, I - slept terribly, but I would honestly trade sleep for the two of them like that any day. It's weeks like that that make everything totally worth it.
Two Birthday Parties
I guess Sam is now that age; he's started to get birthday party invitations. He went to two parties in the last two weeks, and they really couldn't have been more different - especially in terms of his reaction to them.
The first was with a pre-school friend. Sam was extremely excited to get the invitation, and it was to one of the local sports complexes to play ball hockey, which is something he really likes to do. We got to the place and Sam spent the next two hours glommed onto my leg. He didn't want to play, he didn't want to run, he didn't want to talk to or play with the other kids, nothing. All he wanted was to stay with me. Don't get me wrong; it's flattering and all, and I like him, but I was really expecting him to play with the other kids, particularly when he knew most of them and enjoyed the activity. (It didn't help that none of the other parents were playing - or that none of the other kids were doing anything similar. My hangup, I know, but there you have it.)
The second was with a friend of Julie's, and it was at his house. His grandfather had prepped tool box parts for all the boys to put together. Sam both really enjoyed it and was really good at it. It probably helped that all the other dads were also present and helping, and that there were only 5 kids doing it. He ended up playing cars at least near, if not with, some of the other kids after cake.
I really don't know what to make of it, or what to take away from it all in terms of what he likes and how he reacts. I did rediscover that he doesn't really like cake, so at least it was a little educational.
The first was with a pre-school friend. Sam was extremely excited to get the invitation, and it was to one of the local sports complexes to play ball hockey, which is something he really likes to do. We got to the place and Sam spent the next two hours glommed onto my leg. He didn't want to play, he didn't want to run, he didn't want to talk to or play with the other kids, nothing. All he wanted was to stay with me. Don't get me wrong; it's flattering and all, and I like him, but I was really expecting him to play with the other kids, particularly when he knew most of them and enjoyed the activity. (It didn't help that none of the other parents were playing - or that none of the other kids were doing anything similar. My hangup, I know, but there you have it.)
The second was with a friend of Julie's, and it was at his house. His grandfather had prepped tool box parts for all the boys to put together. Sam both really enjoyed it and was really good at it. It probably helped that all the other dads were also present and helping, and that there were only 5 kids doing it. He ended up playing cars at least near, if not with, some of the other kids after cake.
I really don't know what to make of it, or what to take away from it all in terms of what he likes and how he reacts. I did rediscover that he doesn't really like cake, so at least it was a little educational.
Yay! Ear Infections!
We've had our first one! *sigh*
Sam was out of pre-school for a week, sick and (mostly) miserable. He started complaining on Sunday, and when we brought him to the doctor's on Monday, they thought it might be viral. That meant sucking it up for a couple of days while it got better on it's own... which it didn't. Antibiotics on Thursday meant that he was good to go again by Sunday.
The first of many, I'm sure; yippee.
Sam was out of pre-school for a week, sick and (mostly) miserable. He started complaining on Sunday, and when we brought him to the doctor's on Monday, they thought it might be viral. That meant sucking it up for a couple of days while it got better on it's own... which it didn't. Antibiotics on Thursday meant that he was good to go again by Sunday.
The first of many, I'm sure; yippee.
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