G is not a fan of his medicine. He takes a type that comes out of a capsule. It looks like a bunch of little white sprinkles, but I bet it tastes bad.
At four, we simply hid the medicine in the pudding or applesauce and didn't tell him. He couldn't see it, so for months and months he didn't know it was in there.
At five, we just got stern. Yep, there's medicine in there. Nope, you don't get the choice about taking it. You refuse to open your mouth? Well, no screen time for you. Problem solved.
At six, he's been doing well. He's not thrilled, but there hasn't been much of a fight in ages. The biggest problem recently has been getting the spoon into a mouth that is on jumping, hopping, skipping, running, or spinning legs. I do not like trying to hit a moving target.
Then we had an incident this morning. Little darling didn't swallow the applesauce right away and drank some water. He held the slop in his mouth and wouldn't swallow. Eventually, some of the applesauce and some of the water and some of the medicine came back out onto the floor and his shirt and hands. I was not very sweet about it.
First of all, we have to do insane things every three months to get that prescription. Then, it costs about $2 for each pill. Shirt? Floor? Hands? No, sir. This mom was not happy. He's been read the riot act and swears he's going to do it the right way.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
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