Yesterday was a wild challenge with Amelia. A food challenge, of course. It was dinner time and I KNOW she was hungry as she was asking for cheese and PBJ sandwiches. I made chicken, rice and applesauce.
I had a coupon for an ice cream shop too. Since it was the Friday after payday, I thought it might be fun to try the new place, especially since Chris and I can’t stand Rita’s, and Friendly’s discontinued my favorite ice cream (and for all money, they could put more than a teeny dollup of syrup on our sundaes).
The plan was ice cream after dinner. As usual, Zoe chomped down her meat, then took a taste of the rice and devoured that. She had some healthy applesauce earlier so I was satisfied.
Amelia, however, did not want her dinner. She wanted something ELSE. At the risk of destroying her eating habits, I made the executive decision sometime back that dinner is dinner. I won’t cook stuff they hate, but I’m not a restaurant either. My mother didn’t do this – God bless her – she DID cook 3 meals for her fussy family, but I don’t have the strength, energy or budget to do that.
We tried everything, but the food just sat in front of Amelia growing cold, then icy. We told her that she could not have any ice cream otherwise. Now I KNOW she understands the if/or argument because I use it daily to enforce time outs.
After 40 or so minutes of sitting there, we got the kids together and headed for the shop. We were terrified what kind of meltdown would be facing when we gave Zoe ice cream but Amelia none. We had 2 for one sundae coupons, and I was delighted to find that they stock the discontinued Friendly’s flavor. cool…
Well, we sat down with our 2 sundaes, and I gave probably a third of mine to Zoe. Chris made me sit next to Amelia (chicken!) and it took a WHILE for her to request some ice cream. I said “No. No dinner, no ice cream.”Â (Which always make think, “If you don’t eat your meat, you can’t have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat??!!??!!”)
She made a mild fuss but no the meltdown we expected.Â I feel this was a mixed blessing.Â She’d have remembered a bad scene, but I didn’t want to see her go through that pain.
Back in the car she asked for ice cream, but we just reminded her she couldn’t.Â She was actually more upset that time, but I don’t know what long-lasting effect will have – other than I feel like a better parent.