Posted by: rebecca meyer

I feel like this blog has been dedicated to my struggles with my two year old son–maybe I should change the title to "Help Me Please"–but sometimes, it’s the safest place for me to vent. I’m so sorry to those of you reading this. It’s why I deleted my previous blog. I promise there are good times, lots of them, but right now, they’re being far overshadowed by all the bad.

I have been reduced to a short-order-cook, and right now there’s nothing I can do about it. Isaac is ridiculously picky about his food, and I really try to make him something I think he will eat, but it all depends on his volatile mood swings. Last night I gave him the "offensive" dinner of chicken nuggets (something he usually likes–but again, it all depends on his current unpredictable mood), but found out too late that he didn’t want it, so he screamed off and on for 3 hours, either at the table or in his room where we sent him when we had enough. Finally, at 8:00pm, I put the chicken nuggets in his hand, and made him take a bite, and he finished off the rest on his own.
I don’t get it.
Every time I decide that this is the night he’s going to eat what I give him, we have to battle it out for 3 or 4 hours–more often than not, he just doesn’t eat at all–and frankly, I’m just too worn out to listen to that long of a temper tantrum so I usually make him something different just so he eats something and gets over it.
The hardest part is guessing what he will eat. Last week, he only wanted to eat Yoplait’s Thick and Creamy strawberry yogurt. Now, after I’ve stocked up on it, he only wants to eat Disney Cars fruit snacks. For about a month, he only wanted to eat peanut butter toast, but now he won’t touch that. Of course I don’t give him only these things at each meal–but it does mean I have a tougher fight when that’s all he wants to eat. Doctors say to not make meal time a battle; that he’ll eat when he gets hungry enough. He must be an exception to that rule, because no, he won’t eat when he’s hungry enough. Not if it’s not what he wants. Believe me, I’ve tried. I wasn’t joking when I told Adam last night that we may as well dump our savings account down the garbage, because that’s where most of our food goes.

It’s lunch time. Sigh. I don’t even know where to start and I don't want to.

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Oh, Becky, I'm sorry. This is a tough time for you guys, I know.
I guess the only thngs I have to encourage you are that he WILL grow out of it. And it is NOTHING you are doing wrong. This is just who he is right now. I can't believe how like Adam your description sounds like. I remember holding Adam trying to calm him down....but it was impossible at that age. Now we can laugh about it. At the time...not so funny. :-)But now look how lovable he is!
You guys are doing the best you can and he will outgrow this stage in no time. I promise.
Keep moving forward.
"Look straight ahead and fix your eyes on what lies before you. Mark out a straight path for your feet to stay on the safe path." Prov.4:25-26

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