Take today. They woke up normally, nothing different happened overnight, everything was standard. And yet something had changed within those 12 hours.
I spent a bit of time late morning, making, arranging on the plate, cutting up and serving their ‘favourite foods’. Today was pasta – in a simple tomato sauce with mediterranean vegetables (and some cherry tomatoes as an extra for Lottie, because she loves them). And their chosen fruit for dessert. All firm favourites for the last year or so.
Except today Harry spat the pasta out, pushed his plate away and said “Yuk”. Lottie picked out all the veg and ate only the pasta. Cherry tomatoes are her passion – but she didn’t want them. He detests tomatoes, (he NEVER eats them), and yet he asked for hers and then proceeded to eat the lot. When I asked what was going on (you can imagine I’m in a bit of shock at this point) they both said “No Mummy”, which told me absolutely nothing, so I was still non-the-wiser.
So I’m feeling a bit perplexed by all this, but hopefully it’s a one off, so I move on. I dish up blueberries and strawberries for Harry (of which he asks for nearly every day) and she gets a dish of orange and grapes. Her fave’s. Lottie then tells me she doesn’t want it but wants blueberries today – which she usually spits out, or crushes in between her fingers. Today she eats them all. And then Harry demands that he wants orange and “No booberries”.
I’m now cutting/peeling/slicing all kinds of different fruits in a state of stress and confusion. And I’m losing my patience. Fast. I’ve been climbing up and down soft-play steps all morning and getting stuck in a padded assault course designed for no-one over 3ft tall. I’m not really in the mood for them to be this contrary. Plus it’s nearly naptime (I’m on the home-stretch) and I’m in desperate need of a cuppa and a break.
I want to scream, “For god’s sake – just eat THAT”…except I don’t, and so they carry on demanding all kinds of different things from me.
And so now I have no idea who likes what food anymore. Hurrah for my next food shop *sarcastic voice*.
Except that it’s not just food that they seem to change their mind about every 5 mins. It’s happening with just about everything.
Both shrieked all the way to a play-date yesterday just because they unexpectedly didn’t want to wear the coats that they had chosen to put on. And…to add to the drama…Harry was saying that his was “Blurgh” and was desperately pulling at it, and trying to get out of it. (I’ve still no idea how a warm and snuggly duffle coat can be that foul).
Then there’s the theatrics when they watch a TV programme. I ask for requests for what they would like to watch and usually it’s “Peppa Pig peeze”, very sweetly and politely. 2 minutes in and Harry is pulling at my jeans and asking for “Chuggington, Chuggington, Chuggington” – and meanwhile she’s found the remote, is pressing all the buttons (and messing up the settings), and saying “Frozen”.
And as for the toys? I begin a jigsaw with them, and yet half way through end up being the only one still lying on the floor trying to finish the last few pieces of it because they’ve abandoned it to play ‘kitchens’. When I’ve done the puzzle, pop the kettle on and turn around, there they are, at my leg, stalking me like crazy to play with them. Seriously?
Will anyone wear their coats?
Who will like blueberries?