I fear I have created a monster. We’ve only been giving E Cheerios for a few weeks, but already he gets all antsy and whiny if he hasn’t had a hit in a while. You give him some and he just wants more. He now recognizes the Oscar the Grouch container we’ve been keeping them in, and reaches desperately for it. At this point, he will still accept other food… but I have a bad, ominous feeling every time I give in to his demands. Like I’m just a couple slippery steps away from being one of those moms who quells her children with… SNAX.
It’s been a rough couple weeks for poor little E. Even since recovering from his stomach bug, he has been rather more sensitive than usual. We think it might have to do with the arrival of Teeth numbers 7 and up, but whatever the reason, he definitely cries more than we’re used to. For instance, he’s taken to crying tragically when someone leaves through the front door and shuts it behind them: his dad going to work, the Meeting folks he’s just met going home… yesterday he even cried when I shut the door behind the Jehovah’s witnesses, who were there all of ten seconds (the time it took to hand us a pamphlet and exclaim at E’s cuteness – I guess I didn’t look ready to be converted at that moment).
On a lighter note, new discoveries:
- E has found the springy doorstop in the doorway and loves to twang it. Today he successfully (and I assume inadvertently) launched one of his hollow rubbery building blocks into the kitchen with it.
- Speaking of the kitchen, yesterday E managed to get all the way to the cat bowl and get all splashy in it when I was grabbing a tiny moment in the ladies’ room. He’s still not “crawling”, but man! he can move pretty fast when he’s motivated.
- And the best one, discovered by Daddy (where he got this inspiration I have no clue): although E has not yet mastered the sippy cup, he is quite amenable to drinking from a spray bottle. Open mouth, accept squirt, swallow, repeat. I’ll see what I can do about a video clip of this in the near future. Please stay tuned!