Jul 02, 2012 18:45
6:24 pm
Sparkles is standing next to my chair with a bottle of breast milk. His eyes are closed and I think he is practically asleep on his feet. I scoop him up and he does indeed seem sleepy. Huh. we haven't been starting the bedtime routine until 7 PM. I have no idea when or how long he napped today. When I try to put him down nearby as he is finishing the bottle, he wakes, screaming indignantly. He struggles to his feet. His little hand clutches and releases, the sign for milk.
There is a tiny bit of frozen milk in the house, but I feel reluctant to offer it. Offer cow's milk instead, pouring a little into the same bottle. Despite Jen's anxieties and jealousy over his new interest in the milk she drinks, his response is a look of anguish and a gagging noise. He signs, "all done."
Clearly, he is still awake. I offer yogurt instead. This is happily accepted. Put him in the high chair with a bowl and a spoon, and ignore the fact he's perfected a technique for eating yogurt with his hands instead.
This child claimed that he wasn't hungry before I turned on the computer.
Huh. Guess I will write what I intended to write AFTER bedtime.
mothering