What Goes Around Comes Around

I learned the meaning of the word "stubborn" at a very young age. My parents have always used that term to describe me. ALWAYS. I will admit, it is one of my many lovable traits. For example, when I was fifteen, my parents refused to give me a ride to a hockey game, so I decided to walk the 43.8 miles along a major highway to the Thunderdome. Luckily, my parents caught up with me about 5 miles into my hike of defiance.

I cannot count the number of times my parents have told me that when I have children of my own, I will reap what I have sowed through this "lovable" trait of mine.

Mom, Dad-- the day has come. Retribution has arrived in the form of my giant one year old. I have never seen someone so stubborn in my life. This is his "stubborn" face:Tobin and I had a showdown over dinner the other night. He refused to eat it and I tried everything I could think of to "win" the fight. I gave Zoie a giant cookie when she finished her dinner, I tried to make eating look like a "fun party", I also tried time-out, scolding, ignoring, force feeding, etc.

This is what I sat in my kitchen staring at for well over an hour:End Result-- It was a draw. I compromised from "eat all your dinner" to "take one bite!" He compromised by taking the one bite (and by "taking a bite" I mean not spitting it out when I shoved half a ravioli in his mouth).

Lucky for him he's so cute.