Like when he's victorious at nap time, and I drive him around until he falls asleep. Or rock him like he's a newborn until he falls asleep and lay on the couch for two hours while my arms falls asleep with him. Or when I bring Aidan to the bed because I tire of his antics at bedtime...hey, mom needs her sleep, too.
Or when I am so proud of him taking a great nap and cooperating while I run tons of errands that he convinces me I should buy him (yet another) ball. Then he starts throwing the ball and several others all over the store, where I have to chase after him and the balls.
There are many more victories, but to recount all my defeats will take many pages and probably a very boring read. I recently thought I lost against Aidan when it came to eating meat, especially chicken. I had the bright idea to make my own ravioli and to add chicken he refused two nights previous. I mixed chicken that I chopped up in my food processor with spinach, Italian cheeses, and Italian spices. Then, using a recipe I found on the lovely internet, I made ravioli pasta dough.
Making the ravioli wasn't time consuming espicially since it yields a lot however, I learned that I should roll it thinner and not be so conservative with the filling. In addition, I did not like the recipe I used...it called for 2 1/2 cup flour, a pinch of salt and 3 large eggs. Well, the dough wouldn't even form with three eggs, so I had to add two more. Since this was my first attempt at making pasta, I didn't want to experiment because I didn't know/understand the effect. Perhaps that's why my ravoli seemed like it should be rolled thinner. Who knows, but I'll work on it.
After cooking the ravioli, I topped it with pesto and grated Parmesan cheese. Aidan happily consumed 5 large raviolis, and I claimed victory.
My victory dance was short lived, but at least I had the opportunity to notch a 1 on the scoreboard.