Failure? Or brilliant success?
Those bored by yesterday's blubbering can skip this post. It's just going to be more whining about weaning the youngling.
So, I tried. I know I'm not supposed to give him the bottle, but I was the only one home.
He screamed. Nuzzled in to nurse. Screamed again.
Me? I cried. More than him, probably.
We have decided to wait until Saturday, when Mr. Chaos will be home and I can leave the house for a few hours.
Gotta give the boy credit for knowing what he wants, though.
So, I tried. I know I'm not supposed to give him the bottle, but I was the only one home.
He screamed. Nuzzled in to nurse. Screamed again.
Me? I cried. More than him, probably.
We have decided to wait until Saturday, when Mr. Chaos will be home and I can leave the house for a few hours.
Gotta give the boy credit for knowing what he wants, though.
Sorry I am laughing. Not at your pain but at the reference to "Mr. Chaos". I had this mental picture of him standing in the doorway in tights and a cape flapping out behind him. Big letter "C" on his chest... "Honey I'm home!" with hands on his hips, teeth sparkling all super hero like...
errr, well I guess you would have had to been there. In my head that is....it was funny at the time.
(((HUGS)))
Posted by
nina michelle |
10:56 AM
Well.......it is funny. Much. Hopefully he can use his superhero powers to get the baby to take a bottle.
Posted by
Kirdy |
11:38 AM