Saturday, January 16, 2010

life's little injustice

this has happened literally every single day now for at least 2 months. dane wakes up generally very cheery then it's time to give him a bottle of milk which i like to warm up in the microwave. i get the bottle out, set it on the counter, get the milk out of the fridge, pour the milk into bottle, bend down to place milk in microwave and then it happens. dane wails in sheer desperation while actually folding himself in half, placing his huge head on his pudgy fred flintstone feet and cries and cries. it's as if he saying, "NOOOOOOOOOO! MOMMY! NOOOOO! HOW DARE YOU WOMAN! THAT'S MY MILK! IT BELONGS IN MY TUMMY! REMEMBER?? YOU HOLD ME EVERY MORNING WHILE I DRINK IT DOWN! WHY DO YOU TORTURE ME SO? WHHHHYYYYYYY???"
then i take the milk out, pick up the tiny sobbing pile of pudge, sit down, place the bottle in his mouth and he sighs from either happiness, relief or sheer exhaustion.
two months this has gone on. TWO MONTHS. he clearly has his father's capacity for memory.


  1. If it makes you feel any better my nephew does something similar to that. Before every meal he will be trying to play with me, and whenever someone comes to get him he will latch himself on to me so I can protect him. Then when he or she pulls him away he will cry and scream his little head off. Sounds like someone was trying to beat him. Then they finally get him to calm down, and he'll still want me to come sit next to him and eat with him.

    He's been doing this for the past few months now. So hopefully they will grow out of this, but I wanted you to know that you're not alone.

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