Right now the dude is napping and we're approaching 2 and a half hours. You may think, what a wonderful sleeper he is! Ah yes, unless you consider last night's midnight ride when we piled into the car, pj clad, in hopes of calming a screaming baby who could not be consoled. This morning it seems, we are making up for lost time.
I have been working on weaning him off his formula and onto regular milk because I decided it was about time. His diet is complete without the manufactured nutrition and I'd just prefer getting him off that upon which he's become reliant. The transition has been anything but smooth and it's led to an all out test of wills. The dude screams until he gets his beverage of choice and Mama eventually succumbs to maintain peace in the household. So much for being the resolute parent some predicted. On one hand, I want to be firm so Sam learns that we're in charge but on the other, he’s just my little bambino and I want to make his world gentle and comforting. You should see this kid while he's enjoying his pre-bed bottle of formula. I swear, he cuddles that bottle more lovingly than his precious Prayer Puppy.
Lately though glimmers of baseless toddler fussing have caused me to reconsider making any and all accommodations in the name of a happy baby. I mean give me a break, is organic whole milk so bad? The way he behaves you'd think I was starving him. (A cursory look at his meaty thighs should quickly clear me of that charge.) Or worse yet, you'd think I was trying to take the bottle away cold turkey. Last night, for better or worse, we'd run out of formula so there was no pacifying him with a bottle of his beloved and we paid the price. Bob declared NEVER AGAIN would our household be without the magic powder. I can just see it now, one day he'll come home from work after a rough day and mix himself up a cocktail (shaken, not stirred) of Baby's Only.
At least there's some good coming from the weaning effort. I've renewed my efforts to serve my boys healthy balanced meals. Yesterday we had lovely Swiss Chard Raviolis and tomorrow I'm planning to make Lemony Angel Hair with Crème Fraîche, Parmesan and Artichoke Hearts. And, if all goes according to plan, I’ll be making Thumb Print Cookies to deliver to our new apartment neighbors. To our delight, they have a 15 month old boy who I hope will be so enticed by our cookies that he and his mom will come right upstairs to play in Sammyland. That's great as long as they're not expecting any milk with their cookies.