Today's lunch, as is most days', was leftovers from dinner or other various meals.
That's not what Levi had on his own personal menu, however.
Mealtime Meltdown was his plat du jour. Yes, we wanted to eat our cheeseburger, but no, we didn't want to sit in our chair. I want those grapes in the fridge, mom, but I don't want to sit in my chair. Ooh, you're having leftover green beans. Those look yummy, but I don't want to sit in my chair. I'm going to climb up in the big people chair and eat there. What? I can't do that? But I want to eat. Not in my chair however...
Repeat ad nauseum for about 15 minutes. I finally semi gave in and let him sit on my lap to eat. He had to eat SOMETHING and naptime was quickly approaching.
Why didn't Levi want to sit in his chair? We'll probably never know. It was yet another situation where I was having a simultaneous conversation in my head while I tried not to blow my stack. "Stick firm with this. You have to stick firm. You can't give in because it'll lead to bad things. Why won't he just sit in his chair!? Oh man, it's 11:53. He has to eat something before nap. (lower your voice) How about grapes? He likes those, he'll sit in his chair now. Nope. Ok, running out of options here. Should I be fighting this battle? He does just want to be with me. That's not a bad thing. It's just...OK, FINE. I don't feel like dealing with this any more. I guess he can sit with me. He'll eat and not scream. That's a victory in my book. Where is that parent manual anyways?"
