Ever since Andrew turned 18 months, my days have been spent chasing, wrestling, redirecting, picking up, putting down, telling 'no'; begging him to eat lunch; chasing, wrestling, redirecting, picking up, putting down, telling 'no'; begging him to eat dinner; chasing, wrestling, redirecting, picking up, putting down, telling 'no'; praying he goes to sleep without crying.
So, I don't know what my mama and I were thinking when we decided to take him OUT to eat. You know, actually eat IN a restaurant. I guess we were remembering the 'good ole days' from last week. When Andrew was only 17 months and quiet cooperative in public.
Flash forward one week. When Andrew turned the big 1-8......months.
How did we spend the lunch?
Chasing, wrestling, redirecting, picking up, putting down, telling 'no' and begging him to eat lunch.
By the time I was walking out the door, I had already burned off the calories from our shared sandwich and salad lunch. And it was only 12 o'clock.
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