Spaghettastrophe

I have more pictures from Thanksgiving but I wanted to write about tonight before I forget about the battle of wills we had.

On the way home from day care Seth was signing/saying "eat eat" so when we got home I said he could have a couple of crackers while I heated up some spaghetti for him. Well he had some crackers and then wanted nothing to do with the spaghetti, he just wanted a banana. I said he could have some more crackers and the banana after he ate some spaghetti. This went on and on for quite some time and involved laying on the floor screaming and crying (Seth, not me, although I felt like it). I was very patient and even gave him a choice - he could either eat spaghetti at his Toy Story table or in the high chair. Lots of whining and crying but I said it was either spaghetti tonight or he was going to have a hungry tummy (thanks Mandy).


Finally at least an hour later I asked him again if he wanted some spaghetti and he said yeah so I heated it back up for him. He was standing on his chair alternating bites with a regular fork and one of his kids forks. Then I think maybe he was trying to get down, but he lost his balance and fell against the wall. The clock above us must have been just hanging on by a thread because it came crashing down right onto the bowl of spaghetti, flipping it up into the air and upside down. There was spaghetti everywhere, it was crazy. Amazingly enough there was a big pile right underneath the bowl so once I got Seth calmed down again I gave it back to him and he ate the whole thing and then signed "more." Ha! Mama wins! True to my word I let him have a banana after that.

I also wanted to mention that the last two nights he has refused to lay down in bed until he's gotten not one, not two, but THREE pacifiers. One for his mouth and one for each hand apparently. I don't know if he stashes them so he can find them in the middle of the night or what, but it's pretty funny. I keep thinking once he's two the pacifiers will have to go, but it seems like lately he's gotten more attached to them, not less. Still only in the crib or the car seat though, don't worry it's not like we let him run around at the mall with one in his mouth.