He’s relentless.  Doesn’t he get tired of hearing himself?  “I want ice cream.  I want ice cream.”  That was what he said tonight the entire time the rest of us were eating birthday cake.  He didn’t get any dessert.

Now we’re sitting in bed.  He is in our bed.  “I’m hungry.  I’m hungry.”  This could go on for another few minutes.  Maybe he’ll wear himself out.  But, we’re not giving in to this behavior.  It actually becomes easier and easier to ignore.  He’s been doing it the entire time I’ve been writing this blog.  Maybe I’ll let him do it a few more minutes before I put him to bed.

“Stop it Whoah!”  Maggie has had enough.  “Stop it, stop it, stop it.  Mom, he not stopping.  He stop!”  “I’m hungry.”   “Shh.  Shh.  Shh.”

Some days it tests your patience to be a parent.  You hope you aren’t being too harsh on them.  “I didn’t get to eat.  I’m hungry.”  He did, in fact, eat.  He had pasta and bread and some salad.  I’m not starving my child.  He just didn’t like the dessert that was served.

He’ll eat a good breakfast in the morning.  Time to put the boy to bed.  “Night, night, Noah, sweet dreams”