Help me, PLEASE!!
My daughter is 3 1/2…which she feels entitles her to rule her own little world. Thus, not to be outdone by Daddy, she is currently working on her masters degree too….in Rebellion 101.
So, for the past little while, we have been semi-fighting the food battle. You know what I mean. How much of her dinner is she absolutely, positively required to eat before she is allowed to leave the table/have dessert/not be grounded to her room/etc.? Well, this little battle culminated in all-out-war today. Oh yes it did!
Lunch on Saturdays in our household usually consists of leftovers. It’s a good way to clean out the fridge before the new week begins. So, I broke out the leftovers, warmed up the Greens and Black-Eyed Peas for myself (because I LOVE them, but my kids despise them on principle — they are full of green vegetables after all!). Then, my son answered my call first, so he was allowed to choose his lunch first. He chose the left over 1/4 of a quesadilla and a couple of stuffed pasta shells.
Meanwhile, my sweet, adorable daughter meanders into the room and asks what’s for lunch. I tell her that she gets the privilege, nay, the honor, of eating her left-over baked potato with cottage cheese and cheddar cheese sprinkled on top. Well, she didn’t like that idea and sat in her chair singing and playing with anything and everything within her reach instead.
Several warnings later, I walked over to her, scooped a bite of potato onto her fork and held it up to her mouth.
She refused to open her mouth!
I spoke very sternly.
She opened up…but she refused to chew.
I spoke very sternly again.
She ignored me.
So I marched her cute little patootie (sp?) right over to the corner and placed her in time out. After standing in time out for about..oh…5 seconds, she turned around, smiled at me and spit the potato (still unchewed) out of her mouth and onto the floor!!
Ohhhhh, the mommy was NOT smiling.
Stubborn? Yes! Determined? Yes! (Hey, I’m talking about my daughter here. Not me!!)
So, dear daughter was sent to her room for a nap and mommy took some time out.
Advance with me please to this evening as the family is sitting down for dinner. Dear sweet daughter is served up an oh-so-lovely plate of…baked potato. She looked at her own plate, then at her brother’s bowl of Shepherd’s Pie and sweetly asked “can I have some of that?” Ummm, NO. You are to eat your potato or you will be having it for breakfast!
As I said, my daughter is stubborn. So, the plate of baked potato is still sitting in the fridge, waiting for breakfast tomorrow morning.
Any suggestions???????? Please??????? We’ve tried sending her to bed early for not eating her dinner. Doesn’t bother her. Anything else??? Pleeeeeeaaaasssseeee?????