I don't like that

Henry is going through a phase right now that I do not particularly like. He doesn't like ANYTHING. Every single night while I'm making dinner he asks what we're having. When I answer he yells in an extremely whiny voice "But I don't LIKE that!". And then we have to basically force-feed him a bite after which he usually proceeds to clear his plate because he does, in fact, "like that".

The thing that really gets me is is it's like he's just doing it out of spite to drive me crazy. He says he doesn't like things that every kids likes. For example, yesterday we were getting ready to go out to lunch and we were telling him to get his shoes on because we were going to McDonalds. He then stomped around for ten minutes, refusing to put his shoes on and claiming that he doesn't like McDonalds. Come on now. Every kids likes McDonalds. And today. The ward primary is having a water party, which Henry has been talking about for two weeks. This morning he decided that he doesn't like water parties. Or ice cream for that matter, which they will be serving at the water party. Or chocolate. He just decided to throw that one in for good measure I guess.

This is stressing me out. First of all, Brandon went on a man-trip this last week, which left my 36 week pregnant self alone with the kids. Not a huge deal, but I can't say I haven't been looking forward to this water party as well, just to get Henry out of the house for a little bit and have some peace and quiet. Did I also mention that I'm sick? Just a cold, but when you aren't allowed to take anything for it a cold can knock you on your butt. Just saying.

Anyways. I am pretty much over this "but I don't like that" phase of my son's life. No, not pretty much. Very over it.

Haylie, however is going through a really cute phase where she wants to "give you wuvs" every five minutes. Which is how I caught this cold. She had it and I couldn't resist her when she would reach her chubby little arms out and say "Give you wuvs, Mommy. Give you kiss, too". Dang it.

Aren't kids great?

Quitting the Bink

So we've been talking about taking away Haylie's bink for quite some time now, but I just haven't wanted to go through that again. It wasn't bad with Henry, he was just really whiny for a few days and I wasn't looking forward to that with Haylie because she is extremely annoying when she's whiny. Extremely. But we both agreed that she needs to be done with the bink well before the baby comes so yesterday I took them away. I just hid them before nap time and when I went to lay her down, the conversation went something like this:

Haylie: where's mine binky go?

Me: the binkys are all gone because you're soooo big now.

Haylie: mama throw them in the garbage?

Me: uh, yes.

Haylie: oh.

And then she rolled over and went to sleep. Are you kidding me? If I would have known it would be that easy with her I would have done it months ago!