August 25, 2011

Thursday:

Last night was the most ridiculous night ever. Annabelle is in our room, and she woke up, and I think that woke Liam up, who ended up being up for around 4 hours. He said he was scared, and I could tell that something was truly bothering him. So, we talked, I got him to calm down, and not be scared, and told him that if he was scared again, he could pray and Jesus would help him not be scared. I don't think he tried it, but if he did, I don't think he really grasped it. He came in my bed, while I had Annabelle in bed after she had finally fallen asleep, and laid on the six inch edge of the mattress. I told him there wasn't room, he said, "There is room." I told him that he didn't sleep well in Mommy's bed, and that he would be very wiggly, to which he replied, "You can tell me 'be still.'" I then told him he was a little boy, and little boys couldn't help it, they wiggled, and that was okay, they just should do it in their bed. To that he rebutted, "I'm not little, I BIG!" I finally got up, put Annabelle in her bed, and took him to his room. We had multiple exchanges from there out through the evening well after Phillip left for work at 4:30. Long night. Both kids got up at 7:30 and each napped, Liam having the longer of the naps, which is what I hoped would make the evening go smoothly.

It didn't really. We went to dinner at Maudies, around the corner and at first, Liam was very excited. He was coloring and playing sitting next to Papa. Then, once his food got here, something changed. I don't know if it was the giving up of the blackberry to eat that did it, or that he had bad sleep, or having family in town, or what. It was the most ridiculous dinner we have ever had. He wouldn't eat, and wanted the black berry, to which we said 'no', to which he went into a yelling, crying, tear fit. To which Phillip got anxious, to which I wanted to get everyone calmed down by heading home, to which the guys wouldn't let me, to which made me step in and try to get Liam calm, which didn't do much, then lead to more yelling, crying, tears, then moderate calm, then a need to potty, then once back at the table, another melt down, to which, finally, I said, "I'm going to get the kids loaded in the car." and left with both crying, red faced kids to get them loaded. I think Annabelle had a fit because I took Liam to the bathroom and going through her attachment phase, wasn't cool with her. We got home, it was bedtime, past 7:30, and Liam wanted to eat, being nice parents, we decided it best to feed him, so we offered him his food from the restaurant that we got to-go, which he cried over, then finally gave in to that option over bed time. Then Phillip went to get him a plate, and Liam threw another cry fest because it wasn't 'Mommy get me plate', and then again, between bedtime and eating, he chose to eat. He began to eat, and then he didn't want the beans, which was another dispute, to where I said, "I don't care what you eat, I just want you to get done eating to get to bed." Then he ate, then broke down because his quesadilla was falling apart and wanted me to put it back together. Once ate his one piece of food, he proudly got down and exclaimed, "I ate ONE quesadilla!" We brushed teeth, Papa read story, and then......b....e....d.