
July 7, 2002 - Sunday
    Harry continues to fool around at dinner 
    and not eat and I can't help thinking it's a classic case of craving our attention, 
    whatever form that attention may come. Jeremy's there now at the table and 
    getting attention, but hardly all. Sometimes, although it hardly seems so 
    given the distractions, his mother and I try to talk. And, perhaps because 
    of that, Harry launches into banging or rocking in his chair or loudly singing 
    his me-me-mo-mo ditty. When we do speak 
    to him it is healthy slanted toward negative comments about his lack of attention 
    to eating or his annoying table habits and that make dinners no fun. So, last 
    night I tried something else and I think it might have worked. 
    
    I tried to ignore him, save a few direct, though not angry comments about 
    his needing to eat properly or he would not get a post-meal 
    snack. When I finished I my own dinner I got up and left the table, saying 
    I was not interested in listening to him fool around. Eventually, when his 
    mother and Jeremy were done too, he was left alone at the table to finish 
    his dinner. It's fascinating how little children perceive the world around 
    them. As I was wiping of Harry's hands and face after he did eventually finish 
    his plate as we always do at the end of a meal, Harry asked "what are 
    you mad about?" It's funny: I'd been a lot less mad this last evening 
    and a lot less vocal about it. Maybe all that louder stuff is just a fog to 
    him. Maybe it's a response from a parent and that's enough. And, maybe it 
    took the responses stopping coming to made him ask about it. Still I was disturbed 
    by his dinnertime behavior and I told him I was mad about him fooling around 
    so much at the table.
    
    This morning and then again at lunch, Harry ate like a champ. I'm not sure 
    I can claim success because of that, but I'll probably fool myself into thinking 
    that it had something to do with it. By dinner, Harry had regressed and the 
    treatment started again. I don't want this to become the new norm, but I guess 
    I'm going to go with it for a little while. It certainly is easier on me.
    
    
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