No, I’m not talking about Tim.
J-man seems to be getting some sort of illness. Please let it NOT be the flu. I want him to be as well as possible for Tuesday’s evaluation. Of course, I should be used to this by now – every evaluation he’s ever had was prefaced by some sort of viral attack!
Coughing and whining. Whining and coughing. I’m not hungry. I’m starving! I need to sleep. I don’t ever want to see the inside of my crib again. Hold me and don’t put me down even when you desperately need to pee. I want to sit in my highchair all evening and will cry if you take me out.
Like sands through the hourglass, these are the days of our lives.
I went to Whole Paycheck today to stock up on J-man food. I bought 6 bags of Veggie Sticks. Yep, six bags. If WP were a 30 minutes minimum drive from your house, you would play the stock-up-game too. I also bought 459082371526 jars of organic baby food, but not the 2 soups that I was looking for, because they were out. Son, I would like for you to eat real food sometime soon. Like last Thursday.
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Hopefully Mary doesn’t mind me camping out on her post.
As if we needed to add another eccentric behavior to the day, J-Man was adamant about watching Jeopardy all the way through while sitting in his high chair. He was moving his arms around like he was constantly trying to buzz in to answer.
He threw a God-awful fit when I took him out so he could go get his bath. I told him, “Final Jeopardy means final! There is no more!” I’m rationalizing with my kid about Jeopardy?!?
I tried, “But Wheel of Fortune is coming on! Surely to God you don’t want to stay down here for that!”
That strategy didn’t work either. Don’t know what that says about us.
On the plus side, I got Final Jeopardy right.
Jeopardy is good for him. Wheel of Fortune? That’s a sign of the devil.