It's just one of them days....

Seeing as how everyone is getting over this flu bug we've had circling our little family, I can understand why the kids might be a bit put out every now and then.  But today, I have no real words to explain what might be distressing my 3 year old.

The kid has been a bottomless pit for the last few days.  He wants crackers and cheese for breakfast.  Then pulls out last nights pasta and meatballs.  When he doesn't get that, it's on to the raisins.  Next, it's apples.  Then a turkey sandwich.  

All before 9am.

Since this strange uplift in his appetite doesn't appear to be subsiding anytime in the foreseeable future, we decided to go back to just feeding him what we think he needs instead of letting him pig out.  But it's come with some unexpected (totally expected) consequences.  

The kid is CRAAAAANKAY.  

This morning actually wasn't too bad.  He had a normal size breakfast.  Woo! Maybe he's stopped the binge.  

But then now it's not even noon and he keeps wanting to eat.  AND EAT.  AND EAT.  I gave him some options.  He chose some cheese and crackers.  I cut up an apple since Erica was asking for one (oh yeah, she's 10 months and asking for apples - whole new thing for me).  Logan wanted some too.  Awesome.  I am totally down with that.  So we get his plate and he goes and sits at the table to await his waitress mother to bring his food to him.

Erica is meanwhile sitting in her jumper, as happy as a lump on a log with her apple slice, just sucking away at it, and even biting off chunks, though I'm not entirely sure how, seeing as she still has no teeth.  Not even one breaking through.

Logan eats the cheese.  Doesn't touch the crackers, or the apples he specifically asked for.  (Probably because Erica was getting some).  Then, out of nowhere, he sits there and stares at me and begins to cry.  Then begins to yell.  His face says, "I want you to have pity on me and do exactly what I want or I will scream like this for the rest of the day."

I know that's what he's saying because we've been there before.  And of course, if Erica makes even a PEEP, he cries even harder.

But I mean, he got everything he wanted and he still wasn't happy.  Is my three year old a brat?  Don't answer that; it was a sarcastic question.  He's a teddy bear...most of the time.

But, finding that I wasn't going to give in, he decided to climb out of his chair and shove his face into the backside of the couch over there by the table, the space in between the couch and the wall to be exact, and continue to cry.  Can't say I'd find any comfort there myself, but to each his own.

Welcome to Thursday morning, December 1st, 2011 at the Brown residence.

:)

12:05 - 

Cried himself to sleep on the floor.