Some days, by the time I get to work, I feel pretty spent, as if I have already worked a full day. Today was such a day. My morning with the kidlets shook down like so:
- Both were up before 6 am. Norah crawled into our bed at 5:45, and even though I tried telling her it was "still night time," she was up UP. Either she woke Caleb up or he was just up on his own, but he too was up UP.
- By 6:15, I was fetching Norah's milk and getting her set up with Sesame Street when Scooter made his morning debut by puking in the dining room. 3 times.
- At 6:40, I sat down on the living room floor with Caleb and a cup of coffee and rolled him onto his tummy for some tummy time, and before my first sip of coffee, he rolled over! First time! I was so excited, so I flipped back onto his tummy again and he rolled over again!
- I go and wake Jerry up (we are kinda-sorta back to trading off mornings with the kids) and have him hurry out to the living room to see this GRAND FEAT.
- Caleb does not perform.
- Then, Jerry gets in the shower, and...two more rolls! Milestone baby accomplishment! But dad hasn't been able to witness it.
- At 8, I gave Caleb a bottle of formula* and 20 minutes later, the little bugger broke out in hives. This week is his first test-run with formula, and at DC on Monday and on Tuesday, he seemingly had allergic reactions, but I wanted to see for myself to confirm that it's the formula causing the reaction. Yuppers. It's the formula.
- Most likely, he has an allergy, or sensitivity, to dairy (and probably has all along; it explains a lot, actually). So, I nursed him before sending him off to DC with some Soy formula. (At last report, they had given him the soy bottle -- he wasn't a fan -- and no reaction thus far.)
- At 9, Caleb went down for his morning nap, and Norah and I showered and had our breakfast. She ate great! She ate 2 eggs, a shitload of cantaloupe, and...this is where it gets interesting...a cup full of feta cheese. It's what she requested. She loves feta. All by itself.
- It was good she ate so well because it was one of the highlights of our morning; otherwise, she was very contrary (maybe getting up at 5:45 does that to a girl -- or to a mom!) and I felt a LOT of frustration in dealing with her.
- Then, in the car, on our way to DC, she says to me: "I like it you." And I completely forgot the specifics of what she'd done throughout the morning that had frustrated me so much.
*I'm still nursing him as well, but we're in the process of transitioning to formula. There's a lot that could be said on this subject, but I think I'll skip it today. I've been wordy enough as it is!