My son has been sitting in his high chair for about 20 minutes now going for the gold in lunch picketing. Bet you didn't know that was an Olympic sport huh? Well in this family it is. Apparently he is not feeling Mac N Cheese today because it's the fancy Christmas dinner kind and not the kind that comes out of a box labeled Kraft. Ooooh, life altering big freakin difference there!
I tried to explain to him that he was acting a fool and he would not be getting a Christmas Cookie today if he kept it up. Didn't work. Then I of course bargained with him over a banana because this child was a monkey in a past life (still kind of behaves like one, that's how I know) and I can pretty much get him to eat anything if he knows there's a banana in it for him. Didn't work. I threatened his movie time later. Didn't work. Then I pulled out the big guns...I was going to take away his new Thomas Choo Choo toy. That's right, MEAN mommy has come to town. Nope, no jelly. Still didn't work. Hell it didn't even phase this kid! I always tell him and myself and C to "pick your battles." It's my favorite phrase because it's SO. TRUE. Well he's picked his battle and with a cool demeanor and an "I don't care" attitude in the face of my guns a blazin we have hit a stand still.
So I did what any good mom would do. I told him he could sit there until he came to his senses and ate his stupid macaroni and cheese (obviously omitted the stupid part because that would just fuel his case) while I hopped online. Was he shocked and appalled? Did a tantrum ensue? Did he see the light and immediately get to work on lunch? Nope. He's just chilling, hankering down for the long run.
I do believe it was just earlier today that C was telling me how it's a good thing my son didn't come out as stubborn as I am because then we'd really be in for it. Yea *PHEW* glad I dodged THAT bullet! My mother calls him "strong willed." I doubt that's what she called me.
I think this ridiculous battle of who's going to cave first is much harder for me. Either that or my 2 year old has a KILLER poker face in which case I really need to start sharpening his card game skills.
Whenever we get into these intense moments I still recall the night I was about 4 or 5 years old and my mother tried to make me eat some kind of obscure vegetable soup that I wanted nothing to do with. She informed me I could sit there at the table until I was ready to eat (sound familiar??). I sat there. The rest of my family finished, got dessert, and cleaned up and I sat there. Even that young I can still remember my frame of mind, I was fully prepared to sit there all night. I imagined how bad my mother would feel when she woke up the next morning and found me still sitting there, persecuted for my highly sophisticated taste buds.
She ended up getting exasperated with me and simply sent me straight to bed, hungry. I'd like to say I learned my lesson but I'm still the kind of person who will argue/fight for my case long after it stopped making sense.
Luckily for her I had a son JUST LIKE ME.
Update on the mac n cheese incident of 2012...he's still sitting there. I can tell you this much, when he wants to watch "ROAR!" (translation: The land before time) later we are sooo watching reruns of Desperate Housewives. That'll show him to question authority huh?
By the way, I want you all to know that my life has become so much more exciting since this beauty entered it