In my blog post yesterday, I mentioned that A had been clinging to our routine lately.
Today I wanted to share a shining example of how drastic things got.
With all the holidays we've had lots of time at home together. The Hubby, A, Bug, and me. We had a few lazy mornings (your typical stay-in-your-pajamas-all-day-and-eat-breakfast-at-11 kind of day).
By the second day (not in a row--we aren't heathens ;) ) I found myself thinking "this is nice! We don't have nearly enough of these days in our lives."
My peaceful, lazy morning quickly came to a screeching halt.
You see, the kids watch a show when they first get up. They also have snack on the couch. That particular morning the kids had eaten saltines. I needed to go into town, and as I was getting ready to leave, A asked for seconds of snack. I knew she had eaten plenty--but had never had "official seconds."
She was adamant that she was starving, so I asked how many crackers she had.
Twelve. She'd had 12. Now that might not seem like much, but I always give the kids 5 to start with and 5 for seconds (annnnnd there's a reason for that, too....but that's another story). She had already had more than that and wanted seconds?!
I noted that it was 11 a.m., so I said "If you're that hungry, go ahead and eat lunch."
Looking back I see what a ridiculous offer that was to make. Hindsight and all...
"I can't have lunch! I haven't had breakfast yet!" was A's not-so-calm response.
Breakfast? It's 11 o'clock and you've been eating saltines All morning...?
I tried to reason with her, but soon discovered that it was useless. Logic and reason are among the first things to go when she starts her downward spiral.
I finally told her she was welcome to have breakfast. When I left, both of my adorable children were eating breakfast basically at noon.
I got home about two hours later, during rest time, and A came running up to me, crying.
"Daddy won't let me eat lunch!" she sobbed.
He was dumbfounded.
"I thought they were eating lunch when you left" was his (logical) response.
Nope. It certainly wasn't as *simple* as that--so she sat down to lunch at 2 in the afternoon.
Take away from this: we don't skip meals in this house. Ever. Even if we wake up at noon, there's a certain order to things: breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner.
Whew. Lesson learned.
Today I wanted to share a shining example of how drastic things got.
With all the holidays we've had lots of time at home together. The Hubby, A, Bug, and me. We had a few lazy mornings (your typical stay-in-your-pajamas-all-day-and-eat-breakfast-at-11 kind of day).
By the second day (not in a row--we aren't heathens ;) ) I found myself thinking "this is nice! We don't have nearly enough of these days in our lives."
My peaceful, lazy morning quickly came to a screeching halt.
You see, the kids watch a show when they first get up. They also have snack on the couch. That particular morning the kids had eaten saltines. I needed to go into town, and as I was getting ready to leave, A asked for seconds of snack. I knew she had eaten plenty--but had never had "official seconds."
She was adamant that she was starving, so I asked how many crackers she had.
Twelve. She'd had 12. Now that might not seem like much, but I always give the kids 5 to start with and 5 for seconds (annnnnd there's a reason for that, too....but that's another story). She had already had more than that and wanted seconds?!
I noted that it was 11 a.m., so I said "If you're that hungry, go ahead and eat lunch."
Looking back I see what a ridiculous offer that was to make. Hindsight and all...
"I can't have lunch! I haven't had breakfast yet!" was A's not-so-calm response.
Breakfast? It's 11 o'clock and you've been eating saltines All morning...?
I tried to reason with her, but soon discovered that it was useless. Logic and reason are among the first things to go when she starts her downward spiral.
I finally told her she was welcome to have breakfast. When I left, both of my adorable children were eating breakfast basically at noon.
I got home about two hours later, during rest time, and A came running up to me, crying.
"Daddy won't let me eat lunch!" she sobbed.
He was dumbfounded.
"I thought they were eating lunch when you left" was his (logical) response.
Nope. It certainly wasn't as *simple* as that--so she sat down to lunch at 2 in the afternoon.
Take away from this: we don't skip meals in this house. Ever. Even if we wake up at noon, there's a certain order to things: breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner.
Whew. Lesson learned.
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