And then there's nights like tonight.
Pablo's dinner put down in front of him and he hovers over it, smears himself in hit but does not come near eating it.
He is angry. He is wailing.
I pick him up and he stops but then he starts.
He's overheating so I run upstairs to get the thermometer.
He's fine.
I imagine he is laughing on the inside.
I put him back in his high chair and he screams again.
My headache from last week is back and with a force from a Star Wars movie.
That and I am running on empty as wake up was 5 am sharp this morning.
I call for backup. His comedian father steps in for the side show.
He says "He doesn't like pasta."
Great. So I throw some other food in front of him.
He tolerates it but isn't really thrilled.
Between miffled cries, tears and a ruby red face, he eats enough to survive.
I throw some pineapple at him and give him a look.
"Eat it, Pablo." I say sharply feeling a slight bit of guilt at my tone.
The fun doesn't stop when he bites my nipples as I try to nurse him to sleep.
Parenting: it's not all candy canes and rainbows.
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Oh dear, it sounds like one of "those" nights. Having a headache like that makes me loose all my patience. Your description of his comedian father made me smile. Dinner time used to make me crazy too. My mom used to say that they won't starve, if they're hungry they'll eat.
ReplyDeleteBless your heart! Rough night. I sure hope the rest of the week goes better and your headache doesn't get worse!!
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