We're down to our last forty-ish pre-baby days. Today, the baby's room got painted, a dresser was purchased, and the crib was assembled. Now all that's left is: remodeling the closet, staining the rocking chair, footstool, and dresser, and putting things away. Oh, and we still need a window covering.
In other news, my older children are making me INSANE. Their new trick? To ask for food every ten minutes. ALL DAY LONG. I thought growth spurt, but now I'm thinking they do it out of boredom. And because they want to see my head explode. I swear I feed them, but somehow they've gotten the idea that they will exist on bananas and string cheese and skip any actual meals.
I cannot even count the number of times one of the children have asked for food after dinner, only to take three bites of the requested snack and then throw it in the trash. This makes me want to gouge my eyeballs out with something dull.
Anyway, another refusal to eat dinner is how I found myself tucking a pissed off and hysterical Will into bed this evening. He ate three pieces of the General's chicken and an egg roll and then left the dinner table. I assumed he was done--and he was, until he discovered that I really meant it when I said, "It's bedtime." So he started to cry, loudly exclaiming, "I'M HUNGRY!! I'M HUNGRY!!" Me, being the evil mother that I am, simply put him back to bed with no more food.
Somehow I doubt he's going to starve to death between now and when he wakes up in the morning.
Awesome side note: I'm typing this story, and Gus says, "Mom, I'm still kinda hungry." Well, guess what kid. Mommy is suddenly kinda homicidal. RUN.
The new rule is: EAT DINNER, DAMMIT. If you don't like dinner after you've tried it, then eat a frickin' peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich. BUT DON'T ASK FOR MORE FOOD AFTER YOU'VE REFUSED DINNER. DO NOT GET UP FROM THE DAMN TABLE IF YOU'RE STILL HUNGRY.
Because your mother, who has no feelings, will not feed you.
I can't wait to meet SuperBaby!!!
Posted by: Jac | January 20, 2008 at 10:55 PM