Mother of the Year Part 534

I would say that my mothering skills were about at a 2 at the end of last week. 

Thursday morning I was just a grouch, plain and simple.  I was tired, no excuse, just telling the truth.  And on school mornings I pay for my raising, Avery will NOT eat his breakfast.  I was not very sweet trying to get him to eat his breakfast and get out the door.  I was ashamed, but not enough to get sweet until it was too late and I hurt his feelings.  I felt horrible dropping him off at school even though he was over it.  

So, Thursday night I did some more great parenting and bought his affection with a craft.  My boy loves a great craft, and I love that he no longer calls it a crap. 

We read The Very Hungry Caterpillar and made a butterfly painting. 

Friday was a new day and I thought for sure I would be a great mom after Thursday's highs and lows. 

But, then we were at lunch.  I was trying to get Avery to eat his turkey, so I offered some pretzels if he would eat the rest of it.  So, he crammed every last bit of it in his mouth and kept cramming even while coughing and gagging until he puked.  NICE!  So, then I gagged and coughed and told him that was disgusting and to quit "cramming it down his throat when he was choking."  (I guess Michael is right, you do have to weigh less than 5lbs. to get sympathy at our house.)  So now every time I tell him to take a bite at lunch he promises "not to cram it down his throat."  I am such a great mom.