I'm So Sorry, Baby Boy!

Posted by Vulnadia on Mar 05, 2009 at 03:38 PM I feel like a rotten mum today! At lunchtime, Kian finished everything but his applesauce. All he wanted to do was take his plate and fork upstairs and save it for a nap-snack! But all I could see was a room smeared with applesauce and Tedd having to have a bath. I feel terrible. I had to take his plate away from him and he didn't understand. I understand all too well, unfortunately. You see, Kian is the baby who was born so skinny that it was obvious who was getting all of the food in utero! He was born hungry, so to say, and has stayed that way ever since. He isn't fat, but he is no twiggy, either. He has a tendency to hoard food when given the chance. He loves to put it into little containers and cart it around with him places. If he gets the chance, he will snag a little cup. Later, I will find that little cup full of dinner bits that he was saving for a rainy day. Poor little guy! I often wonder if this really is some sort of psychological problem that he is always going to have in life. He tries to take his dinner to bed with him. His big brother will even let him, making it all the much worse! I don't like food going upstairs, period. It's not allowed. But my eldest just cannot find it in his heart to say no to his baby brother's big baby blues. I mean, he is very convincing. That lower lip comes out in slow motion and his entire face falls whenever something is taken away from him like this. I feel so horrible. I put his lunch plate on the kitchen counter and had to take his siblings upstairs for their nap. He stayed downstairswailing for a time, but soon he was all cheery again and I heard him climbing the stairs babbling about wanting to see a car before naptime. I got everyone else settled and turned to the landing to pick up my Kian guy, only to find that he had somehow managed to reach and retrieve his plate full of applesauce and had managed to somehow make it up the stairs with it and his fork and his juice. He was in a fabulous mood in spite of it all, but of course I had to spoil it for him. I feel horrible. I put him into bed and sat the plate on top of the television while I did so. He immediately started crying. I couldn't leave the applesauce upstairs, I know it would have gotten all over Tedd and his other stuffed animals and his sheets and pillow. But he was so very mad at me, so very sad. I had to kiss him on the forhead, tell him how much I loved him, and leave the room. It was so very hard to do! He did not win his applesauce with a nap. When I got downstairs, I found a bit of it in the middle of the hallway floor from where he must have tripped trying to get it all balanced and up the stairs. It all made me want to cry. I am soo sorry my good little Kian guy! Will he always be this way about food?