This morning I was the one who had to forgo that extra bit of sleep that seems so indulgent. The doctor in the house had to get to Grand Rounds. (Okay, the link isn't the Grand Rounds that Phill had to attend, but you should check out the site anyway. It's worth it.)
Waking up with the boy meant giving him his morning mush. I warmed it, put it in a bowl, got the tiny spoon with the fat handle, and settled in front of the bed hog. As the spoon approached his mouth, Finwe turned his head. I tried again. Another head turn. After the third one, I gave up.
I guess Mommy isn't supposed to be spoon feeding.
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Hey that's how Isabelle has gone without baby food for a week. Last week was when Alan went to Huntington beach for five days. And that's when I stopped. Or should I say Alan wasn't around to feed her so just milk it was.
He wants boob.
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