Zoe was being Zoe yesterday at lunchtime. This can mean a number of things, but yesterday it meant a temper tantrum when it was time to go in her booster seat to eat lunch. When she initially freaked out Derek stopped trying to put her in her seat and gave her a few minutes in his lap before trying again (let me just say we've been down this road before, and sometimes taking a break will stop the madness). The tantrum that ensued included but was not limited to back arching and freaking out as we strapped her in the seat for a second time; refusing to sit at the table after we got her in (she kept pushing herself away), screaming "up" over and over and over, and two 2-minute timeouts in hopes of getting her to calm down (which she was generally unable or unwilling to do). After doing battle for another 15 minutes with her freaking out in her seat, I gave in and took her out.
While this whole s**t show was going on, Silas sat there watching everything and quietly ate his lunch. Once Zoe was in my lap Silas said, "Zoe sad". We agreed with him that yes, Zoe was sad. By this point Silas was eating his yogurt and he looked at her and asked, "bite?". She leaned over and he fed her a spoonful of yogurt. Even though he didn't have much yogurt left, he proceeded to feed the rest of it to her.
What a good brother.
While this whole s**t show was going on, Silas sat there watching everything and quietly ate his lunch. Once Zoe was in my lap Silas said, "Zoe sad". We agreed with him that yes, Zoe was sad. By this point Silas was eating his yogurt and he looked at her and asked, "bite?". She leaned over and he fed her a spoonful of yogurt. Even though he didn't have much yogurt left, he proceeded to feed the rest of it to her.
What a good brother.
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