The Battle of the wills

The other night, Halle refused to eat her last bit of chili- that would be the last out of three bites she was required to eat. The battle began around 5:20 when we all sat down to eat. For some reason, she was not in the mood to eat what I had prepared and decided that no way no how would she eat her bites. So here we went, back and forth, back and forth- trying to get her to eat her bites. We got her to eat 2, but the third was a killer. We left her in her chair and in between crying fits, would try and get her to eat another bite. Finally at about 7:20-after I had left for Bible Study- she conceded. She finally ate a bite for her dad ( at that point was one macaroni noodle and one kidney bean) but it was the point that counts. Brian was so bothered all night wondering if he was too hard on her. It was a hard battle, but we won- oh yes we did! And eating has been much more peaceful since.






On another note, when Halle is not busy avoiding dinner times, she's busy doing this...