trying.
How many times can I make a little snack for the boy, only to have him either spit it out, throw it on the floor, humor me with one bite, or turn resolutely away from it? I don't know, but the boy's got to eat, hasn't he? I should mention that the majority of the time these are little snacks he has gestured towards emphatically. He has grasped my hand in his and yanked on the fridge door, or attempted to scale the kitchen drawers in an effort to reach a container on the counter. He has wailed impatiently while I unwrapped, or washed, or sliced, or heated up...and then...
Breathing. Breathing is good. As is not thinking about waste.
Why do they DO that? Dumping out water makes me battiest. You're thirsty? You want a drink of water? Okay, okay, hold on... here you go... Aaaaaand it's on the floor. What was the point? What? SOMEONE TELL ME PLEASE.
Posted by: Melissa | February 15, 2010 at 05:38 PM
remember your childhood and what a great encouragement a thorough beating was. Spare the rod and spoil the child. have set eating times, don't deviate for treats, if he gets below ten pounds force feeding with a funnel and tube works wonders. value is an associate of scarcity, by reducing his access to food he will learn to appreciate it, catering to every whim and whimper makes him the ringmaster and you the poodle.
Posted by: citrus | February 16, 2010 at 11:05 AM
Ah, old fossil!
Knew I could count on you for sage advice;)
Posted by: triple p | February 16, 2010 at 11:26 AM