Dr. Jekyll played peekaboo and giggled as I changed his diaper and thought about how cute he was looking today. Just moments later Mr. Hyde was in no mood to wait for me to prepare his breakfast and fussed as I strapped him in his high chair and mixed the cereal/prune concoction. Dr. J returned as soon as the spoon hit his lips.
Fast forward two hours. Dr. J was playing peacefully, rolling from his belly to his back multiple times. Everything was pleasant and serene. Out of the blue Mr. H appeared with a slow whimper that developed into a full-on scream. Finally I fixed a bottle and once he was plugged in, a sense of calm came over Ollie's face. Considering this was nearly an hour before I expected him to be hungry, I was surprised how quickly he gulped it down.
Errands called, especially the grocery since we had practically no food. So after an early lunch of squash and bananas we were off. Wearing his favorite cat hat, he looked especially cute napping in the grocery cart. I leisurely strolled up and down each aisle, and as I was reading prune juice labels Ollie woke up. Figuring I better not push my luck, I hightailed it to the checkout. After flirting with the cashier and bagger (Ollie, not me) we were on our way.
We ran into Grandma at the gas station and had a quick hello, but realizing it was time to eat again headed right home. When the car turned onto Pleasant Ridge the whimpering started. I didn't even get the chance to unload the trunk before the screaming reached full-volume and tears were rolling. Mr. H disappeared as quickly as he arrived with milk being the antidote .
Once the groceries were put away, we went for a walk. Ollie wanted to drop in on Poppy so we stopped by to say hello. Giggles, tickles, and half an hour later Grammie arrived home. Mr. H was brewing under the surface and as soon as she got a hold of him he let loose. One jar of peas and 4 ounces of milk later all was well and Grammie got her snuggle time in before we went home to see Daddy.
Being the inexperienced mother that I am, I didn't make the connection all day that maybe the little guy is just extra hungry. He's probably going through a growth spurt or just ready to eat more, but how could I have missed that? I shouldn't beat myself up too much though, at least it didn't take me all week to figure it out!
After this manic Monday, I'm headed to bed. Tomorrow is summer garden planting day, so I need my rest.
Fast forward two hours. Dr. J was playing peacefully, rolling from his belly to his back multiple times. Everything was pleasant and serene. Out of the blue Mr. H appeared with a slow whimper that developed into a full-on scream. Finally I fixed a bottle and once he was plugged in, a sense of calm came over Ollie's face. Considering this was nearly an hour before I expected him to be hungry, I was surprised how quickly he gulped it down.
Errands called, especially the grocery since we had practically no food. So after an early lunch of squash and bananas we were off. Wearing his favorite cat hat, he looked especially cute napping in the grocery cart. I leisurely strolled up and down each aisle, and as I was reading prune juice labels Ollie woke up. Figuring I better not push my luck, I hightailed it to the checkout. After flirting with the cashier and bagger (Ollie, not me) we were on our way.
We ran into Grandma at the gas station and had a quick hello, but realizing it was time to eat again headed right home. When the car turned onto Pleasant Ridge the whimpering started. I didn't even get the chance to unload the trunk before the screaming reached full-volume and tears were rolling. Mr. H disappeared as quickly as he arrived with milk being the antidote .
Once the groceries were put away, we went for a walk. Ollie wanted to drop in on Poppy so we stopped by to say hello. Giggles, tickles, and half an hour later Grammie arrived home. Mr. H was brewing under the surface and as soon as she got a hold of him he let loose. One jar of peas and 4 ounces of milk later all was well and Grammie got her snuggle time in before we went home to see Daddy.
Being the inexperienced mother that I am, I didn't make the connection all day that maybe the little guy is just extra hungry. He's probably going through a growth spurt or just ready to eat more, but how could I have missed that? I shouldn't beat myself up too much though, at least it didn't take me all week to figure it out!
After this manic Monday, I'm headed to bed. Tomorrow is summer garden planting day, so I need my rest.
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what a handsome dude. I love that guy. I'm the same way. If I don't eat I whimper and growl. ha. love ya.
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