Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Mealtime Antics

As if dealing with mealtime wasn't enough of an issue now that we have to take Hattie's situation into account, the aggravation factor was multiplied today by the fact that The Terrible Twos are in full force at our house.

At breakfast we had the first catastrophe --

Me: Hattie, would you like a banana?
H: Yes.
Me: Here, I'll peel it.
H: NO! NO! NO! ME PEEL IT!!!!!
Me: Okay, here. I'll just start it for you.
H: NO!NO!NO!NO!NO! ME PEEL IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(while peeling it unconventionally, half the banana breaks off and falls onto her plate)
H: UH OH! 'NANA FALL DOWN!
Me: That's okay. Here, I'll take the peel away.
H: NO! DON' WANNIT!!!! NO WAN' 'NANA!!!!! BROKEN!!!!!
(followed by 15 minutes of weeping and much gnashing of teeth)
(and then, finally, by the eating of the aforementioned banana with visible enjoyment)

At lunch it was a different crisis --

Me: Hattie, would you like cheese or peanut butter?
H: P'nut butter.
Me: Okay. I'll get the crackers.
H: NO! NO CRACKERS! BREAD! WAN' SAMMICH!
Me: Okay. You want a peanut butter sandwich.
H: Yes.
Me: Okay. Here you go.
H: NO! NO SAMMICH! CRACKERS!!! CRACKERS!!! CRACKERS!!! CRACKERS!!! (and so on for 15 minutes)
(At this point I must say I lost my cool.)
Me: No crackers! I asked if you wanted crackers and you said no. The sandwich is already made, so that's what you'll be having.
H: NO! NO SAMMICH! CRACKERS!!! AAUUGGHHHHH! CRACKERS!!! AAUUGGHHHHHH!
(followed by the forceful pushing away of the plate and then shortly by the tearful eating of said sammich)
H: WAN' MOAH! (we have no idea where she got that Boston accent)
Me: More what? What would you like more of?
H: MOAH PETZZLS! MOAH SAMMICH! MOAH BAPPLE!
Me: Your whole lunch? You want another whole lunch?
H: Yes.
Me: How about some more apple? Would you like some more apple?
H: Yes.
Me: Okay. Here you go.
H: NO! NO BAPPLE! DON' WANNIT!!! (apple is thrown overhand across the table)
At this point I rolled my eyes for the last time, put the neatly peeled and prepared apple back into the container and lunch was over.

At snacktime --

I tested her blood sugar after her nap and she was low, signifying that she needed a snack that would quickly get into her system. Usually we use apple juice for this.
H: WAN' SNACK!
Me: Okay. Here's some juice.
H: NO! NO JUICE!! DON' WANNIT!!
Me: (increasingly desperate) Can't you drink this juice for me, Hattie? Have this juice.
H: NO! DON' WANNIT!!
Me: (really desperate now) Here, have these Teddy Grahams. And here's your juice. (which she did end up drinking about half of)

Tim says she gets that gene from MY side of the family.

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